Wednesday, April 28, 2010

TURKEY

There is a turkey, farting in my fridge. Somebody should take care of that. Not me. Somebody else.

12 comments:

See Mom Smile said...

I will trade you for 5 boys and two dogs farting in my house!

Lisa said...

Nope. No good. Already have a daughter, two boys, a husband and a farting cat in my house. I thought the fridge was safe.

Pearl said...

shut the fridge!

Brenda @Just a Bed of Roses said...

plug your nose?

Lisa said...

All good suggestions...but still, somebody should take care of that.

Brenda @Just a Bed of Roses said...

How about Sterling...I mean, being the great man that he is and all! Remember he buys you roses, diamonds, appliances, motorcycles...certainly he could solve your problem here. Right Ster?

Ster said...

Hey hon, you could make soup out of it!

Mimi Sue said...

Yes! Make soup out of it! That way your whole house can stink like the fridge. You're welcome. Mimi

Anonymous said...

wow, now that is mature!!!

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

That's what husbands are for!!

Krista said...

Are you sure it's a turkey? Why is it "breaking wind" in your fridge? What are you feeding it to give it wind? Whatever you do, don't buy a rump roast!

Lisa said...

Anonymous, maybe you're reading the wrong blog, if you think maturity has something to do with this.

The rest of you have been very helpful. Especially Krista's advice to avoid the rump roast. Ha!