This morning, Dad and I were in the kitchen discussing where to hide the new coffee grinder from the ants. The very wet winter is creating the same desperation in the animal kingdom as the current economy has with humans.
We called out "Happy Birthday!" to the birthday girl who was in the new bathroom in the addition dealing with the drippy nose she's developed with the departure of all-important nose hairs due to chemo.
We heard a couple of soft toots, then a BLARING Toodley-Toot-Toodley-Toot-TOOOT-TOOOT!
Mom was blowing Happy Birthday on the brass bugle hanging in the "music room."
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