OK Sarge, Road Dogs, and Frankie do I have a FLAKE story for you. I think it goes without saying that most of our peeps are FLAKES. But I gotta tell ya my MOM takes the FLAKE cake. If she knew I was telling you this I’d be in the doghouse for sure. But it must be told and as my MOM says, “The truth shall set you free.”
My MOM can be absent minded, you know forget what she went in a room for, or get in the car only to sit there trying to figure out where she was going, forgets to put water in the coffee pot, calls someone and then can’t remember who she called or why, you know things like that. But nothing beats the following true story. And keep in mind this has happened THREE times.
So early one morning MOM gets up, like she always does early in the morning. She lets me outside and when I come back in she starts her coffee. She gives me a few pets and a treat. So far so good. Then as she is waiting for her coffee to finish brewing she heads out the door to go retrieve the paper. I must tell you at this point our old house we use to live in sat behind a blue house that sat on the road. Not only that but to the west was another house, and in order to get to the mail box and the paper box MOM has to go through a gate into the yard of the West house, then out their front gate to the road where the mail box and paper is. Keep that in mind as you continue to read.
|(That's the gate to theneighbors house behind me.)|
|(Me laughing my head off at flaky MOM)|
|(Now I am a little ashamed, not of MOM being topless in the street, but we shook on it that I would not tell. But what she doesn't know is I had my tail crossed, so it doesn't count, right?)|
Yep My MOM is a FLAKE, but as long as she does not forget to feed me or love me I think I’ll keep her. Sorry I don’t have pictures to show you of the topless Pastor MOM. BOL!