Among our family stories is the one about my father’s military ID card that he used the last fifteen years of his life. They shot the photo and laminated the card. It wasn’t until he got it home and looked at it that he spotted the mistake. Can you?
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Among our family stories is the one about my father’s military ID card that he used the last fifteen years of his life. They shot the photo and laminated the card. It wasn’t until he got it home and looked at it that he spotted the mistake. Can you?
backing away from your journal ….
It’s not like I’m a serial killer. Just a simple alien. Come closer…
If you call me Clarice I shall scream!
Not alien, but possibly smurf.
Ha!
I was going to say possessed smurf, or is that a smurfed smurf?
The red eyes always give it away.
Did he really have red eyes?! Regardless, I wish i could have met him.
You would have liked him. I can only imagine some of the conversations between the two of you.
Truly, he had red hair (later, white) and blue eyes.
I’m sure we mostly would have talked about his adoring daughter Becky. XO!
Thanks, but… Travels! I’m boring compared to Europe or riding the rails hobo-style.
How weird. Not that you are an alien, but that you married a guy with the same rare blood type as your father. Is it a vampire thing?
Why am I the only person I know who isn’t sure of her own blood type?
Also, if I told you and my readership the answer to your question, it could end with an angry mob and a stake.