Here's a short story about a little girl who didn't do shots very well as a child in grade school but who grew up to master the art of shots as an adult. It's meant to be a feel good story, for all you parents who are suffering through your children crying as they received their immunizations. Shots are good.... if you can endure them as an infant. Because when you're all grown up, shots take on an entirely different meaning and can either grab yourself a life partner, make an embarrassment of yourself on your Facebook page, or merely put together a scrapbook album for your grandkids to tsk, tsk over. Here is my tsk, tsk photo from my vacation at Put-in-Bay, 2010.
For the record, this particular "shot" of shots was called a shot-ski because the shots were placed in a ski before drinking them.
I'm back from vacation and thanks to all you who entered my giveaway! The winner from random.org is Nanan, and I'm thrilled to have a frequent follower win this giveaway!
Now that you mention it - I have a futon in the shape of a golf bag that was attacked by a hedge trimmer in my back pocket!!!! Oh wait, there's a hole in there - it must have fallen out! Darn it to heck! I guess I must eat some Dill Dip so I can feel better!
Congrats Nanan....and thank you for following my blog hon.
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