Monday Morning Mirth
…from the snow covered tiny Land of Cabin Fever where, now that the cleaning is done, the food cooked and laundry folded, one can move to other compelling chores: shoe polishing, freezer defrosting, sweater de-pilling…
While looking for my FuzzMaster, I found this letter my sister sent me to thank me for inducting her into the Fellowship of the Shave…
Too funny–cleverness clearly runs in the family! My weapon of choice is the disposable razor (for felted things). My first purse looked like roadkill when I took it out of the washer.
Not “The Pillins!” Oh, that puts a smile on my face, it does. Thanks for that on a snowy, grey Monday.
Hilarious and spot-on!
~snort~