Theirs And Mine

The boys have their own car, a station wagon, and if they want to scratch it, I don't care. It's their business if they want to ride around in a scratched car, but I want them to leave my car alone. Is that too much to ask?
Everyday is an adventure, or misadventure as the case may be. It is the latter that makes for the best stories, inspiring the name of my blog. I'm a nurse and an attorney (and way too silly sometimes). I am retired now. WELCOME to my blog! This is a work of fiction inspired by true events. The patients I refer to are a patchwork quilt of various patient's problems mixed together. If you think you recognize someone, you are wrong. These people do not really exist.
7 Comments:
Gosh - they are cute aren't they? :-)
Murph is looking good - glad to see that.
awwwwwwwww!! They are beautiful... how bad did they scratch your car? Hope not too bad.
Did you drink that whole case of beer?
Are the dogs Sam Adams fans?
Thanks, Karen.
Madwag, it's not too obvious.
Connie, I didn't even drink one bottle and neither did the boys, even though they had plenty of opportunity.
Alan, they've never had it. They wanted to bring a little gift to their granddogs.
Awwww, look they're smiling :o)
Of course they're smiling. They're happy dogs. :)
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