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The local sheriff's office got a phone call from an elderly couple demanding that the "Deer Crossing" sign be moved down the road several hundred yards. Their reason? They didn't want the deer crossing in front of their house! Seriously?!
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Melanie said…
That is sO funny!
4/15/2007 1:14 PM
Unknown said…
Oh boy, don't tell me that's what we have to look forward to when we become elderly! hee, hee...
4/15/2007 2:16 PM
Truckin Teeds said…
Oh No! Kind of scarey, huh?
4/15/2007 2:31 PM
Mary Ellen said…
They would prefer a car vs. deer crash with mangled bodies in their front yard perhaps!?!?! People are so weird sometimes aren't they? "-)
4/15/2007 4:15 PM
Anonymous said…
I was just about to e-mail you and ask where in Upstate NY. It was then that I noticed the flyer for activities in Rochester. Well this is a comment from a felow rochesterian who is now living in Albuquerque, NM. We are a high desert and live at the base of a mountain. They get dumped on , on the other side of the mountain we don't get anything :) This has been an unusual year (our annual average rainfall is usually .5" on rain.) this year it has been 3".

I hear it about this delightful elderly couple. I wanted to share a story here--I tutor grade school children. I was working with one boy in 5th grade who was having a problem with double digit subtraction. I explained to him that you had to go next door to borrow some T from the cat who as we all know has 10 lives. Mrs. S I can't. I asked why not? I can't because I am allergic to cats and I would never live next door to one. Not missing a beat I asked him who he might live next door to instead? He mulled it over and said he would live next to a shark.

Don't figure. Enjoy the snow.
4/18/2007 3:06 PM
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