Yesterday my father and daughter were talking and in the course of the conversation the topic of outhouses came up. Don't ask me how it came up but it did. My father said,<br />n<br />n<blockquote>You're lucky, when I was your age we had to go out to one of those little shacks to do our duty even if there was a lot of snow on the ground or real cold.</blockquote><br />n<br />nMy daughter just shook her head and said "that would suck." Then my father shook his head, kind of giggled and said,<br />n<br />n<blockquote>I remember one time we had two little bum lambs around the place and they wandered in the outhouse and fell in. You don't think it wasn't fun to fish them out and clean them up?</blockquote><br />n<br />nNow there is a thought I haven't been able to get out of my head since. Fishing two lambs out of an outhouse. Glad it was him and not me.<br />n<br />n<b>Forgetting and remembering are governed by laws, but we cannot find out what they are. Mason Cooley</b>
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