Leaving the Restaurant
With that big dark spot
A glass of water
Spilled by the child next to me
Not what it looks like
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Definitely from personal experience...
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Dana Crandell
Dad, Stedpad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd. Content writer by trade. Vocal Creator by choice.
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There is a Thin Line Between Tears of Sorrow and Tears of Joy
I remember when my mother passed away. After the tears from the initial shock, our family sat in the living room and shared memories. We talked about her love and compassion toward others, the lessons she taught us about honesty, and how she taught us the importance of respecting ourselves and others. Then we started sharing memories that made us smile and eventually, each of us began to relax and tell stories that made us laugh.
By Brenda Mahler4 days ago in Humor
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I was going to be an arse and call BS...but several 'lovely' people beat me to the punch!! haha! you nailed this one, bud!
Been there, done that. (Only it was me.)
Good one!
But have you ever had to deal with a red stain on the back of your pants? Lol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Mmmhmmmm. Suuuurrrreeee it is… Haha! Too good!
Sure 🤓🤓🤓
I believe you. Honest, I do. 🤣
Oh so embarrassing! And people do always assume the worst *shakes head as though he's not also guilty of this* Excellent poem, Dana!
Sure it isn't... 😉
Looks like my morning routine!
I laughed out loud. 😂 well done
That's unfortunate 🤣
Likely story, bro! JK! I had a good laugh!
been there! great reminder.