This morning the committee of clumsy fingers allowed my senior complete multi vitamin tablet to slide slightly out of hand and fall between the cracks. Just like that, though completely drained, the bathroom zinc appeared to virtually jump up out of its seat, quickly line up it’s water channel and deep throat that little pink pill straight into “gone out of sight.” Even without a ticket, that little Senior vitimite must have rode the waves straight through the gates and on down the pipes. One could almost detect the floor shuddering with excitement while participatively shouldering the thief’s happy pipes. In innocent stupidity my forced vitality for the day had to be gracefully tiptoeing through the water trap and blindly moving forward. It’s assignment in this arena will likely be to spend the day swimming, gently elevating the mood of the water’s while floating around in the lagoon.

It must be shaped like an African Zimbot lurking in the shadows. Have you ever seen one? I think their easy to spot but not always easily identified.
Fault kinda acts like a puck on ice because it often slides into possession when sliding into position.
Perhaps it looks like a baby kangaroo because it rides just inside ones pocket regardless of how much of an extra burden it becomes.
It must have castor wheels because people think they can push it around as easily as mixing cream gravy into mashed potatoes.
It probably has wrinkles and gray hair because everyone wants to get rid of it or at least camouflage it as quickly as possible.
Ok, all ye in disunembellished confusion, I think I’ve got the shape of fault properly disunentagled and have finally captured its image. I’ll tell you how you can personally own the complete fault if you want to be the broad shouldered hero. When you see a wrinkled up African Zimbot that resembles a Joey with gray hair wallowing around in mashed potatoes with cream gravy on an undercarriage of castor wheels on ice, grab a leftover gunny bag from your last snipe hunt and let fault slide right into possession!
Good Luck!

When a child’s cute smile grows up to be a big mouth?
It isn’t what we had put on the plate but, it must have been what was eaten
It isn’t what we said but, it must have been what was heard
It isn’t the clothes or jewelry we offered but, it must have been how they were worn
It isn’t the books in our library but, it must have been what was read instead
It isn’t what was taught but, it must have been what was learned
It isn’t our will power but, it must have been the won’t power
It isn’t our religion but, it must have been politics
It isn’t the color of our house, it could have been a white house
Good governor, that grown up smile campaigning to be our president?

When do we need to hitch into this four syllable drive?
When - Our hesitation’s so active it’s boiling out all the cool,
When - Our satisfaction is calm as a wake
When - Our will power has been caught evaporating
When - We need to get pulled straight back out of stuck
When - The front “end” of our “end”urance is all there is left
When - Our foresight sees only a threesight or no sight at all
When - Someone’s expecting it

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From our eight year old grandson,
"How can you invite a kid to come over when you're out of oreo cookies?"