My previous post may have caused some confusion. In the comments section, I was asked if my mother actually sent me the 'card' with the wolf on it.
My friend Sandra left me a voice mail today saying her mother used to send her cards like that too.
Although I didn't intend to propagate that it was a greeting card, I may have.
The picture was of a gift tag, one that was on the ho-made fudge my mother sent to me via my sister who was here for the weekend.
At this time, I would like to ask your forgiveness and assure you of the one fact I do stand by - my mother actually is a wolf.
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Too bad she wasn't a jackal, you'd have really super cool Antichrist powers.
Better ho-made fudge than buttered muffins... um... I don't even know what means. Nevermind.
I think this green hair was a mistake. People keep asking me if I did for Christmas. I want to reply, yes, I'm Indian and atheist and wearing a cut-up t-shirt but somehow my look says Christmas to you??? What is with this part of the world this time of year? Wolf or fox, that beast looks the way I feel.
And where is my ho-made peanut briddle and fudge?!
ho-made huh? teehee! aw ur mom luvs yuh!
Being a she-wolf can have its advantages, you know. You 'd have a nice fur coat, and you'd discourage burglars.
She's a wolf who can make fudge, and everybody knows that is the very best kind of wolf there is. Better than a ninja-wolf even.
You should send her back a mix cd of wolf songs. Hungry like a Wolf, Wolf like Me etc..
did you ever see those Quiznos commercials where the guy was raised by wolves??? lol thats you. :p
sorry i laugh every time i see it. i might post it up tonight when i get home and am able to log in. I HATE YOU BLOGGER.
you are too cute daleish!
Homade Fudge! Mmmmm. Caint no wolf do dat!
That Ain't The Way To Have Fun Son
So, are you a fan of Randy Newman's "Mama Told Me (Not To Come)"? I'm partial to the Three Dog Night remake, myself.
It all makes sense now; you're the spawn of a she-wolf! Shall I call you Romulus or Remus?
I know Chelene. Cheated at every turn, story of my life.
I love your green hair Geeti Das. Tell them it was for St. Patrick's Day, the louts.
I haven't made any brittle this year Tanya but if I do...I'll probably eat it all myself. As for the fudge, nobody gets it but me. That's my fudge. Mmmm fudge.
She says she does anyway MellowLee! When I eat her fudge, I almost believe her.
But then I'd have PETA after me X. Dell and if it's the Hamburgler, well, I'm cool with him breaking in.
I dunno Barbara, ninja wolf skills might be useful too.
Not a bad idea Monkey McWC but then she'd try and put the cd in the vcr. She still has trouble with the on / off switch of the radio. Technotard is the term I think.
I haven't seen them Yas and if Blogger would let me do anything, I'd rejoice. I haven't been able to leave other people comments today.
Katie - I'm just cute enough. At 42, there is a limit that must be observed.
But can you Old Lady? I bet you have some specialties.
Mr. Haahnster, interestingly I was thinking of the Tom Jones & Stereophonics version but I'll say Three Dog Night only because I don't recall ever hearing the Newman version. Hello Newman.
I wondered if anyone would Romulus or Remus me Beth. And you did. I can't decide which goes better with what I'm wearing.
Raised by wolves, I knew it!
We can smell our own.
I wondered why you always cocked your leg to pee
Brother Mob, aahhhooooooooooo. Did that sound like our family howl?
That's only one reason Ben!
Wow, you can type remarkably well for someone who was raised by wolves...
Oh I don't type this blog Write P. I just think it and the words appear. I'm magic. And a little insane.
I will rest easier knowing you had your fudge and your wolf too.
Ok that was dumb but I'm just trying to play along here.
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