englishrose47
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You're more than welcome! I had to find most of this stuff out by trial and error too and asking people - computer guru I am not. I'm more like this guy.![]()
Hey we are TWINS


You're more than welcome! I had to find most of this stuff out by trial and error too and asking people - computer guru I am not. I'm more like this guy.![]()
Eh, well there were some folks brave (crazy) enough to go to the pool but given that the weather was in the 40s-50s with a wind chill, we didn't venture to the pool, let alone visit the pool deck...sorryGorgeous photo... Ed would love to stay at BLT someday... he has always had this "thing" for the Contemporary!
Me, well, I would love to stay at a monorail resort, for sure!
I'm hoping we will get to see some up-close pictures of the kids enjoying that pool!
Hopefully it warmed up enough for some swimming.
Kathy
We're taking the kids on a surprise trip to Legolandand an overnight stay in Carlsbad (at one of our favorite hotel, the Sheraton Carlsbad).
Hope we're not catching up on 20 pages by the time we're back from DIS
in 48 hours.
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So this was Ashlyn's first visit? Why did I think we got to see baby photos of her at WDW from your last TR?
I'm full of gas for the rest of the trip...so more stories coming up.
You guys just crack me up, I thought I would share this short story about a joke that was played on a fluctuate spouse
This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years.
The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air.
Every morning she would plead with him to stop
ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told
her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural.
She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that
one day he would blow his guts out.
The years went by and he continued to rip them out!
Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing
the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep,
she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts and a malicious thought came to her.
She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the
bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.
Some time later she heard her husband waken with his
usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom.
The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face.
She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. He said, "Honey, you were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you."
"What do you mean?" asked his wife. "Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened.
But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and these
two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."
I'm full of gas for the rest of the trip...so more stories coming up.
You guys just crack me up, I thought I would share this short story about a joke that was played on a fluctuate spouse
This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years.
The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air.
Every morning she would plead with him to stop
ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told
her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural.
She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that
one day he would blow his guts out.
The years went by and he continued to rip them out!
Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing
the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep,
she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts and a malicious thought came to her.
She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the
bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.
Some time later she heard her husband waken with his
usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom.
The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face.
She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. He said, "Honey, you were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you."
"What do you mean?" asked his wife. "Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened.
But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and these
two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."
Beth just![]()
I'm full of gas for the rest of the trip...so more stories coming up.
You guys just crack me up, I thought I would share this short story about a joke that was played on a fluctuate spouse
This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years.
The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air.
Every morning she would plead with him to stop
ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told
her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural.
She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that
one day he would blow his guts out.
The years went by and he continued to rip them out!
Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing
the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep,
she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts and a malicious thought came to her.
She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the
bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.
Some time later she heard her husband waken with his
usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom.
The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face.
She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. He said, "Honey, you were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you."
"What do you mean?" asked his wife. "Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened.
But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and these
two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."
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Beth just![]()
I know, I will never look at turkey innards the same ever again. My ex had a similar problem like the husband in this story, if I had only known, I may have done the same thing.![]()
I know, I will never look at turkey innards the same ever again. My ex had a similar problem like the husband in this story, if I had only known, I may have done the same thing.![]()
Mine too !! Did yours FLUFF the sheets ??
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I am glad that I was able to provide a few with a laugh.