One Easter morning while the Tate girls were at church, our house was robbed. Gone was the television. Gone was the eight-track player. Gone was our sense of security.
Daddy, who never stepped foot in church, not even the obligatory Easter and Christmas church services, had driven down to the corner grocery store for Sunday morning cigarettes.
I was only gone ten minutes, he alleged.
In ten minutes our house was cleaned out.
Easter and cigarettes don’t mix.
Happy Easter!
talya
Musical Pairing:
That me reminds me of the Tex Williams song, Smoke Smoke Smoke (that cigarette)!
Good one!
Talya I have not been able to get your musical pairings lately. It says error occured. Has anyone else mentioned having this problem?
No but I’m not sure anyone ever tries:)) thanks for letting me know!
Was there ever a dull moment at the cave?
No there was not.
Sounds like they were waiting for y’all to step out.
Oh my goodness! That’s similar to my experience with having my UPS package stolen as soon as the truck delivered it!
:)) That happens in our Dallas neighbor a lot!
It’s a sign from God. He needs to stop smoking!
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No joke. Too late for that…
Oh no. I hope they caught whoever did that.
You tell the best tales.
Thanks Jeanetta:))