Sunday, September 7, 2008


Every single time we have corn on the cob, Gerry will say to me, "You know what?"

"What?" I unwittingly answer, every single time.

"I need floss," he says, while making a weird face.

Oh, well. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey Gerry and Susan!!
It's Mary-- I was just checking out your blogs and they are DELIGHTFUL!! You can be sure that I will be an avid reader from here on out!! It was nice seeing you in Cali; come out again soon! If not, we'll just have to go out there and get you ourselves.