Ree over at Confessions of a Pioneer Woman often has Photo naming contests. I remember back when the prizes weren’t all that grand. But they’ve soared to new heights.
Today’s–well, I couldn’t come up with anything ingenious so I was scrolling through the pages when I caught this image and took a screenshot.
I’m just sayin’
This is for Phil to prove that I’m not near the slob I could be.
This lady’s car was so full of trash, she got into an accident. Read Article.
Mildred, the Church gossip and self-appointed arbiter of the Church’s morals, kept sticking her nose into other people’s business. Several residents were unappreciative of her activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his pickup truck parked in front of the town’s only bar one afternoon. She commented to George and others that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing.
George, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just walked away. He didn’t explain, defend, or deny. He said nothing.
Later that evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred’s House… and left it there all night.