Thursday, January 8, 2009

Gleaming Icicles

Gleaming icicles.
We shiver beneath our quilt.
And cuss the gas man.


We got company.
Sit down and take a load off...
Watch that chair ~ it's broke!

Desperate Measures

I run out of beer.
I thought I might look for work...
Unless you got more.

Bail Out

Get me my billfold.
We got to go into town.
Grandma's back in jail.