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A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.


Theme Thursday.

Okay.

'ello SUNSHINE.

‘Owya goin’?

Been busy?

Yeah?

Awright.

Doin’ well?

Doin’ well meself me old mukka.

Doin’ well. Doin’ well. Doin’ well.

Yep, doin’ well.

Can’t complain can’t complain.

Hip given me grief mind you.

Shockin’ headache.

Work given’ me trouble.

Can’t complain though, can’t complain.

Strugglin’ with me back still.

Missus given’ me hell.

Strugglin’ with the bills.

Bills bills bills. Always bills.

Can’t complain though, can’t complain.

You?

Yeah yeah. Yeah.

Musn’t grumple.

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Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

Bills, bills, bills, is all I ever find in my mailbox along with all that junk mail. I tried to get them to stop delivering the junk and they said they could not. But then again that is how they make most of their money besides taking more of our tax dollars for crappy service. Always have mail from different neighbors in our mailbox. I used to call and complain but it went in one ear and out the other and has never stopped. They can't even get the junk mail delivered properly either. Maybe I need to start getting e-bills and then just let them fill up the box with the junk and when I refuse to pick it up then maybe they will return it. But then that is the post offices main income source. Are these people so stupid that they do not know we shred all of it.

Happy Theme Thursday to you and yours.

God bless.
18 October 2012 at 22:03
Brian Miller said…
ha i love your title...and great reflection shot man.....fun approach as well capturing the conversation....we have some rather shallow ones about always the same things but then again there is contact...money is probably my least favorite topic but hey then there is the weather...a mite nip here this morning...the sun will be along soon though...
18 October 2012 at 23:23
Susan said…
Fun!
Personification has never been so alive. And vice versa.
19 October 2012 at 00:46
joanne said…
A unique and amusing take on the prompt....'can't complain' - love it....
19 October 2012 at 01:32
Sayantini said…
This one was just overwhelming! Nice portrait of words. Lover it.


~Sayantini Bhattacharya
another part of me
19 October 2012 at 11:07
Roddy said…
As long as the name rings a bell.
20 October 2012 at 20:21
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, like electronic spam, it only takes a few nibblers to make the investment pay off!

Brian, I hear this one's at the bus stop all the time.

Susan, hoorah!

Joanne, thanks.

Sayantini, cheers!

Roddy, who what now?
25 October 2012 at 17:50
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