Why was the little girl jumping on the couch, just before she broke her leg?

Our livestock, our pets, our gardening pants, our invasive species, ourselves
Or: Life (and death) as we know it (responsorial)

Booklady writes: “I believe I have discovered a kindred spirit in DebK of Rosemount. Her recent saga of her buckthorn incident brought to mind several of my own adventures.

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The buckthorn battle never, unhappily, ends happily (or at all) . . . but it’s not usually this bad!

Our livestock, our pets, our gardening pants, our invasive species, ourselves
Or: Life (and death) as we know it

DebK of Rosemount: “Early in the week, as we laid to rest one of Taxman’s favorite clients, I got to regretting my failure to report on this year’s lambing season. The deceased, a longtime BB enthusiast, had a particular fondness for stories about our ram, Clarence, and his exuberant efforts to see to the continuation of his line.

“Truth to tell, I’ve avoided writing about lambing because so much of the news has been bad.

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How do you find a long-shot winner at the Derby? Savvy research — or blind luck?

Formula 10-10-10

Waldo Windmill writes: “I attended my first and only Kentucky Derby in 2005.

“Good friend Ed, an enthusiastic small-stakes gambler, caught wind of my plans and couldn’t wait to send along a bet with me. His instructions were simple as he handed me a $10 bill: Bet the 10 dollars on the number 10 horse in the 10th race.

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You never know when an evening of sing-along might lead to a lifetime of harmony!

Life as we know it
Including: Fifteen (Times X) Nanoseconds of Fame

Waldo Windmill writes: “I was born in rural Wisconsin, the sixth of 10 children. Had we lived south of the Mason-Dixon line, my father would have been known as a sharecropper, but in Wisconsin he was said to farm on shares. He lost the only farm he ever owned during the Great Depression. It’s safe to say that money was scarce in our family and that we literally worked from hand to mouth as we enjoyed the fruits (and vegetables) of our labor.

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