It's that time again:
Showing posts with label Morzuch Holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morzuch Holidays. Show all posts
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Always prepared
The obsession over Coco accessing the basement now includes a wood block to ensure the door remains ajar. P.S. He got his first Chippie today. Future RIPs to future chipmunks. Run chippies run!
Important Wood Block Door Stopper:
Important Wood Block Door Stopper:
Labels:
Coco the Cat,
EAM,
ELM,
Failure to Launch,
Morzuch Holidays
Friday, March 11, 2011
Not a Bernie Note, but almost as funny
Emails from my mother in preparation for the annual Smith-Morzuch Family Spring Break:
On Fri, Mar 11, 2011 at 8:53 AM:
Hi,
Do you have an unbreakable shot glass?
On Thu, Mar 10, 2011 at 11:12 AM:
Hi,
You took home one of my Dansko shoes. I have one of yours and you have one of mine. Please bring my shoe back tomorrow night.
On Fri, Mar 11, 2011 at 8:53 AM:
Hi,
Do you have an unbreakable shot glass?
On Thu, Mar 10, 2011 at 11:12 AM:
Hi,
You took home one of my Dansko shoes. I have one of yours and you have one of mine. Please bring my shoe back tomorrow night.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Horticulture battles
Labels:
Coco the Cat,
It's okay I'm Polish,
Morzuch Holidays
Sunday, March 15, 2009
SPRING BREAK
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Christmas Day 2001
Bernie likes to get my goat. As a NICU nurse, Cher used to have to work every other holiday. As a result, she would dictate everything that needed to be done the day of our party. Bernie added "2001" and the red underlining and accompanying stars. I seem to have added some choice response that Bernie later whited out AND saved.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Christmas lists
Before our annual X-mas party, Cher whipped out a File of Hilarity. This has to have been from forever ago, since the last time I saw Bernie with Rolling Rock was about the same time they used to let me play in the empty beer boxes. The following Dear Santa letter was in said file and must have been from circa 3rd grade when Mrs. Penniman taught us cursive (word up Wildwood!). I like the way EAM and ELM sign their names.
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