The other day, Little O and I were driving down the street by the golf course, and somebody is strapping a carousel horse into the back of a pick up truck. I'm thinking it must be nice to have that kind of cash... we make it about two more blocks when Little O pipes up.
"Mama, we need a new car."
"Oh? What's wrong with our car, Baby?"
"We need to get a truck with a horse on the back. You can drive the truck, and I will ride the horse. Okay, mama?"
...that Darwin is DEAD? That somewhere along the lines evolution ground to a halt, and we're sliding backwards? Once medical science was able to overcome Survival of the Fittest, and people too stupid to breed were brought back from the brink, it began. When the good ole boy whose last words should have been "hey man, watch this" is saved, and good people die of cancer or car accidents--the balance is out of whack. The gene pool is decidedly cloudy these days.
Saturday, July 29
I Love My O's
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How cute is that? The O's are truly O-tastic
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