CONTAGIOUS
CONTAGIOUS
I SENT MY STORY “FIDDLE
FADDLING”
THAT'S ON "TEXAS BOB'S WORLD.COM", TO A FRIEND OF MINE AND BEFORE LONG I HAD
A REPLY FROM HER. THIS IS HER REPLY:
Dear Loren:
This morning I was straightening our
office before beginning to pay bills. I
had some credit card offers and some of
those annoying "checks" that the credit
card I already have sends regularly to
lure me into spending more money. I
needed to shred them, but not having a
shredder, I walked into the kitchen for a
pair of scissors.
Passing the door to the outside on the way
to the kitchen, I found my little dog,
Mopps, panting to do his morning job so I
took him outside.
While I was waiting for him I noticed some
dying flower head that needed to be
removed near my front door. From there I
wandered over to the flowers growing in
front of the sunroom to see if the little
darlings also needed beheaded. On the way
there I stumbled over a dead bird and a
pile of better dog poop from the dog
Charlie who lives next door. I came back
into the house for a plastic bag for the
dead bird and the pile of poop.
On the way to the bird and the pile, I
found Mopps panting from the heat so I
went back to the front door to let him in.
I found I was also panting, so I headed to
the garage to the Coke refrigerator and
got a coke. I am in the garage, the
garage door is open and I notice a plant
by the door is wilting so I set my Coke
down, fill a watering can with water and
head out to water the flowers.
Now, what am I doing with this plastic bag
in my hand, Oh, I was picking up poop and
a dead bird. So I do that fine job
and water my flowers. I am on my way
inside when the mailman brings the mail
which I might as well pick up before I go
in. I am in the house in my easy
chair reading the magazine which came in
the mail and I miss my Coke. It is outside
sitting beside the watering can
which is sitting beside the plastic bag
full of dead bird and poop which is
sitting by the flowers (the ones by the
sunroom) . I finally deadhead those
flowers, Throw the bag full in the trash,
take the watering can back to the garage,
and pick up my coke. I go in by the
front door and there is my other dog,
Tracer, waiting to go out to do his
morning
job...................................I am
back in the office and what was I
doing.............I know, I am going to
cut up those credit card offers and
worthless "checks" and begin paying
my bills........Now where are those
scissors???????????????
Love, your friend,
Donna
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I ANSWERED HER AND APOLOGIZED FOR SENDING
HER MY STORY “ FIDDLE FADDLING.” I TOLD
HER I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS CONTAGIOUS!
SHE ASKED ME IF THERE WAS A CURE FOR IT?
“I DON’T KNOW OF ANY CURE AND I DON’T
THINK YOU CAN BE INOCULATED AGAINST IT.
ONCE YOU HAVE IT YOUR DOOMED FOR LIFE.”
“SO ALL YOU PEOPLE THAT READ MY STORY
FIDDLE FADDLING ON "Texas BOB'S WORLD",
ALL I CAN SAY IS, GO GET YOUR JAR OF JIF
PEANUT BUTTER AND DROWN YOUR SORROWS.
THAT IS BETTER THAN DROWNING THEM IN JACK
DANIELS OR BUD WEISER.
I’LL TRY NOT TO CONTAMINATE YOU WITH ANY
MORE MALADIES.
COPYRIGHT
2003
