Mostly True Memoirs

Fog Advisory

A heavy fog advisory was announced on the local news this morning.

I opened the front door to check out this North Texas fog.

I burst out laughing.

It was just a bit of mist in the air.

It’s not really fog until you can’t see the house across the street.

It’s not even an advisory until you can’t see the house next door.

I’m laughing now.

I won’t be laughing so hard come tornado season…

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Mostly True Memoirs

My Poor Little Dog

My poor little dog.

She’s a Southern California gal.

She’s not used to these cold and wet North Texas mornings.

When she comes back into the house, she is always soaking wet.

I make her lie down on the doormat while I dry off her soggy paws.

She really hates this.

It’s torture, apparently.

Today she tried to run off and escape the dreaded towel.

However, because she was wet, she slipped on the tile and plowed into the wall.

Yeah, I laughed.

That’s what she gets for trying to shirk her responsibilities.

Poor little doggie.

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