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There, in a far corner of the basement, is my beautiful bride.
Closer we creep, step by step.
She is working on the otter, for 'O', in one of our granddaughter's hand painted alphabet books.
Fine work requires concentration and magnification.
I think I'm over-staying my welcome. I really otter leave her alone (hee, hee, hee).
That is really mean.
Bet Michele is used to you by now anyhow!
Maybe a few open mousetraps in the cellar might catch you out.
I think she knew I was there, Midge. She can be cagey. You'll notice I stayed well away from her elbows until the last shot, and then I scurried before she could strike. Took me a while to develop my survival skills. You should see the bruises.
Midge is right Don....I am used to you and your ways! But, I didn't know you were there until you got really close. And then I was actually too into it to be bothered. heh,heh,heh.