It's Not You - It's Me

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​This old gal…

Loves…the remember when…laughing…teasing…joking…recycling of a memory…with a play by play…of some baffoonish stunt…committed by one of us in the girls’ club…and so it was…browsing through photos…those ladies and I…that trip to Ireland…a tour around the Ring of Kerry…one photo…pushes the button…

Remember when…and funny thing…a recent comment made by that youngest traveler…bringing up that very same…butt of the joke me…memory…tour bus stopped at a cute little seafood place perched on a bluff…hungry travelers had a choice of several entrees…those girls of mine choosing wisely…shepherd’s pie…Irish stew…that mother of their’s…the seafood chowder...

Food came…all dug in…hungry me…took one bite and…lo and behold…seafood chowder…was not…clam chowder as expected…seafood chowder…was…fish soup…and no matter how hungry…hungry me was…she…could not go there…tried…but the chunks and skin floating around…made crackers look good…

Those girls of mine…laughing…tsk tsking…sharing portions of their tasty choices…one wisely saying…that which gets reiterated when the tale is revisited…well what did you expect…from a dish called…fish chowder…

It’s kind of like that old saying…when you assume something…you make a bass…out of u…and me…and sometimes…sad to say…it’s not you…it’s me…just fish chowder eating me…
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And those travel buddies of mine…whole heartedly agree…