When I was
younger (in my 40’s) there was a crusty, grumpy old man that lived near
us. I always referred to him as a ‘fucking old
buzzards.”
When I
turned 65 my wife bought me a stuffed animal: the Ol’Buzzard.
When I
signed up for this blog I tried a number of titles and they were all
taken. I looked up and the ol’buzzard
was staring at me. It seemed fitting –
thus the Ol’Buzzard’s blog.
If my wife
had any idea that sometimes she would be referred to as Ms. Buzzard she
probably never would have given me the bird.
the Ol’Buzzard
Now that is funny!
ReplyDeleteIt was meant to be!
ReplyDeleteLOL!!
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