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Friday Funnies

I'm linking up with Kim today at Homesteader's Heart to offer our online buddies some humor! Be sure to stop by and laugh a little today.


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  1. Oh my! That would so be my luck!

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  2. Oh no!!!

    Thanks for that laugh♥

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  3. SCARY!!

    Thanks for being you. Hope you are doing well. Blessings, andrea

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  4. That is too funny. I needed a good laugh Mary; right on time. Thanks!!!

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  5. Uh oh...I'm sure that hurt! Ha! I hope you're doing well and have a great weekend!

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  6. oh Mary! Thats funny :)......can you even imagine LOL

    Have a blessed holiday weekend

    Love you

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  7. That's why we should never attempt to be like Leo DiCaprio and Kate Winslett from their scene at "Titanic"...

    Thanks for this! Praying for a restful weekend for you and may God protect you, guide you, comfort you and your family...Love you in Christ. See you on Spiritual Sunday?

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  8. Oh my friend you always have the best stuff. That is too funny.
    Love you my friend and Have a great weekend.
    Kim

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  9. Ouch!

    I hope you have a lovely holiday weekend, Mary. No doubt you're loving the cooler climate up your way. We are so-o-o-o ready for October!

    Blessings, hugs & prayers,
    Kathleen

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  10. Oh that's funny! poor dear. too cute!

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  11. Love it, Mary! Might we caption it, "Reality ... bites!"

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  12. That is funny!!.....I'm glad to hear you are getting a lot of rain. Ours has stopped for a while. However, they are promising more. Yes, we have eaten at Chick-Fil-A and we like it. The founder is a well known Christian. The Associate Minister from my last church went back to Indiana and opened a Chick-Fil-A. He has been quite successful and now owns more than one. Edward Fudge does not know who wrote Hebrews.

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  13. O boy! That looks scary! :)

    Love ya.

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