Fresh Toots and Warm Bubbles

This year, I must have been quite nice, because Santa appeared not once, but thrice. The first Santa smiled from behind a mask and courteously answered each question I asked. Unable to blow in the store due to Covid restrictions, but satisfied with her responses, I left with a box of fresh reeds and a …

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Boisterous Toots and Bursting Bubbles

We have all had those days, weeks or even months when not one, but two or more things break, leaving us frustrated and maybe broke too. I had a run of broken things recently, inspiring a poem that helped me to laugh about my windy mishaps. Boisterous Toots and Bursting Bubbles My Dyson swallowed a …

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