While I was blogging I polished off what I thought was a decent sized box of dried figs. Healthy, tasty, and reasonably kind to the diet considering the late night alternative would normally be a bowl of ice cream.
Except a moment ago I looked with horror at the box and realized they weren't figs at all.
They were prunes. An entire box of prunes.
Lord help our plumbing tonight. And mine.
LOL what a laugh to wake me up this morning....run boy run...Love Sybil xx
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OMG...you have me snorting in laughter...how dare you! Thank go I'm not on a mic now! And thank god I didn't take a drink of my pop right before I read that!
ReplyDeleteI take it you are not the official sniffer in the family? Kids...don't ask dad if the milk is sour...he can't tell a fig from a prune! HA! Then again...the misses will luck out if dinner is a bit off in taste.
ReplyDeleteYou are a hoot. Good luck with that.
ReplyDeleteJoyce
Funny, and a whole box too LOL
ReplyDeleteJeanne
Thought I smelled something one the way to work this morning :o)
ReplyDeleteGee, hope everything came out okay. ;)
ReplyDeleteBeth
oh nooooo. lol..and you said prunes tasted good...ew ;)
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