Yay! Cheap roosters!
We know whoever put this sign up here in town knew exactly what he or she was doing. Well, except for the spelling part. While I'm all for cheap rooster night, the above incites more of a head-shake than a smile.
And then we have those for whom wit comes naturally.
I needed to have some fasting bloodwork done on Monday. That meant nothing to eat or drink after 8 p.m. Sunday. I asked my husband to put a note on the table for me as a reminder. I need someone riding shotgun for me when it comes keeping food and drink away.
He went one step further. He tied the fridge closed.
He's a natural.