I married you, I must confess
Because of your fastidiousness.
You gave no clue
The real you
Would live in such an effing mess!
Thanks Tess for the peep into your Travel Tales scrapbook. Did the dishwasher work? :-)
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Love it, Stafford.
ReplyDeleteLove your style!
ReplyDeleteSomething to be said about courtship! Such a nasty little surprise.
ReplyDeleteoh hahahahah I wrote with the same untidy idea! Cheers my friend! We are vacationing in sunny Mexico right now!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Is this what happens when one lives on a sailboat ... with a mate?
ReplyDeleteNicely done
ReplyDeleteClever response to a rather depressing prompt...
ReplyDeleteIt must be the family home of Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher , who have eloped !
ReplyDeleteIts the Dream of The Blue Turtles
Sting - Russians
You are the master of limericks!
ReplyDeleteYou' re the one bright spot in a depressing Mag-week! Hehehe!
ReplyDeleteIt fits like a shoe with the scene.
ReplyDeleteThe dishwasher works every other Tuesday...
ReplyDeleteHey! Hey! Lena loves this!!
ReplyDeleteSigh. I'd better go sweep...
ReplyDeleteI bet that happens more than we realise ;)
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