Numbers-2 Vacation

Haunted 18 Holes of  Golf – Ocean City, New Jersey.

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Salt Water Taffy in Ocean City, NJ., and last, a Septa train fare ticket.

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Change – Fish Costume – Sort Of

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Change.”

This costume is based on the catfish on top of our local library. I do not claim to be someone who sews, but I put together this costume for our local dog contest, but also used it for our grandson’s costume on an impromptu visit to the zoo. Be kind friends . . .

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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Change.”

Enveloped – Between Mountains – WPC

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Enveloped.”

While visiting Arizona dessert landmarks, I spied this goat on a hilltop. 20150406_101052 Silly me did not see the fences below and thought it was a wild goat. My son then informed me, “mom, its the far side of the Phoenix Zoo!”  So then I took this picture of the goat area. Not as exciting as seeing a wild animal in Africa I guess, but that was my first reaction. And no, I have not been to Africa either but has anything like that happened to you?

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Ha Ha Ha – Daily Prompt

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ha Ha Ha.”

Tell us a joke! Knock-knock joke, long story with a unexpected punchline, great zinger — all jokes are welcome!

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(Before the cell phone era) – My mother, who had never traveled very far from her hometown before, recently left Boston on her first plane trip. I anxiously awaited her arrival in North Dakota. When her plane landed and she was not on it, I was frantic. The desk clerk suggested she might have missed the connecting flight at Chicago. We phoned and paged her several times. No luck. A few hours later I met the next plane and my mother was on it. “Where have you been?” I asked. “I’ve been so worried”. “I had to wait at Chicago because I missed my plane,” she replied. “But we paged you at the airport”! I exclaimed. “Oh, I heard my name”, she said. “But I didn’t answer. After all, who the hack do I know in Chicago?”