GETTING BACK TO BASICS: SIX WORD SATURDAY

Saturday, October 24, 2009

SIX WORD SATURDAY

"Take good woman...make good fire."

An old native proverb?
I have no idea, but it is something I like to tell hubby who tends to often set off the smoke detector when ever he makes the fire...something I never do when I make it.

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Betty WOctober 24, 2009 at 7:11 PM
Yeah, I always have to make the fire here too! I guess your saying has some truth to it.
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Call Me CateOctober 25, 2009 at 4:10 PM
Haha, that makes me laugh. I haven't made good fire in awhile. It would be easier with a gas stove. Instead I just make good smoke.

Thanks for playing 6WS!
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