the one with no fences...
Imagine that.
And I was planning to say something about it
right here.
at my blog.
where you all come to visit me...
But then while Mr. Kaos and I were roaming the isles of Grandmother's House of All Things Home Improvement Related searching for that perfect thing, or things as it were, my phone rang.
Who could possibly be on the other end? Now when I tell you that you are going to say "My but he calls her often" (your speech is soooo proper).
It was my dad (See I told you you'd say it).
What could he possibly want?
To know when I was going to post the blog about not having fences in the Midwest.
I told him tomorrow (which is today).
Then I asked Why, did you want to write about it instead?
Yep, mmhhmmm, he did. He wanted to write about the strangeness of no fences in that big ol Midwestern area...
So you wanna know the thing about the no fences?
Go read my daddy's blog. Aren't you glad you read all the way down to the end?
