Moose Poop & Teenage daughter owners manual

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[Marguerite]

Talking of the chocolate-coated facsimile of "moose poop", "reindeer poop" and "Easter Bunny poop" - we couldn't do that because we get too much of the real thing, the kids might eat the wrong stuff. On our front lawns we find brushtail possum poop (looks like chocolate bullets), Rusa deer poop (enough to kill the lawn) but thankfully not much bunny poop. They get that further west!

And while we're talking about this sort of thing - you know what hundreds and thousands are? M&M poop!

Marg

[Marg's Man]

I wondered if there were Teenaged Son Owner's Manual as well but that would be just too gross!

[Marg's Man]

I wondered if there were Teenaged Son Owner's Manual as well but that would be just too gross!

[flutterbee]

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:</div><div class="ubbcode-body"> (which does NOT include the right to return the product to the factory for a full refund)</div></div>

When a friend of mine had her two eldest children, she didn't have health insurance. At the ages of 10 and 7, she was still paying on the hospital and doctor bills and would say, "I keep waiting for them to come repo 'em."

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[Kathy813]

I loved the teenage daughter owners manual. Thanks, Star!

~Kathy

[Star*]

We "jokingly" had parent moments when GFG would be late checking in and I would worry stating "What if someone took him" and DF would look at me and say "THEY would bring him back no worries luv."

POSSUM POOP?? OMG someone here Marg-took the labels off of little finger hotdogs called Vienna meat snacks and pasted a obvious fake label on the can with a picture of a hissing N. American possum and left it in the grocery store - on the shelf!!! It was TOO funny!
The label said POTTED POSSUM - Road kill Supreme!

[Marguerite]

Opossums are not pretty. Ours are. Ours don't hiss, either, they just look at you with their big shoe-button eyes and steal the fruit off the trees... wild ones will eat from your fingers. We put out old fruit for them instead of just chucking it into the compost bins. You hear them getting excited - a horrible sound, probably a lot like the hissing of your ones, but purely out of excitement and not anger.

Mind you, DH disturbed one sleeping in MIL's garage, I think that one hissed at him until he put the picnic basket back on the shelf and tiptoed away.

In the evening we can walk outside and look up to see a quivering nose and big eyes looking down at us, as if asking for a piece of mango. They love mango.

On TV yesterday afternoon was a short segment featuring an Aboriginal gourmet chef, cooking up a meal using bush tucker. We have some interesting native foods which the Western world is only just discovering. Lemon myrtle is fairly well known, but aniseed myrtle? Bush tomatoes, finger limes, saltbush - this bloke cooked up a delectable series of small pies which he said were much more Australian than the well-known variety. He then took his wares down to Garden Island on the shores of Sydney Harbour, to Harry's Café de Wheels (famous for providing meat pies to the sailors of all nations, since WWI). They liked his pies very much - even after he told them he'd used possum.

Only Aboriginal people are permitted to hunt possum, so it's not likely to catch on here. Should go down a treat in New Zealand, though. Our possums are a pest over there, they have more possums than sheep. And more sheep than people. Big problems. Bring on the Kiwi possum pie and do your bit for the environment!

Marg