In case you were wondering what horse pucky is, you came to the right place.
Pucky is synonymous with the other four letter word that begins with an "s" and ends with a "t" but is too crass to mention in polite company.
There's a lot of pucky flying around these days and this blog proves it.
Christmas carols were playing, there was a dusting of snow on the small patch of green grass in front of my townhouse, and Jon and I were putting up holiday decorations. Sounds lovely, huh?
The two wreaths, one on the front door and one on the back door, were a piece of cake to put up because we just used wreath hangers. Things got tricky when we started to hang the remaining two wreaths on the upstairs bedroom windows.
First we removed the screens. We discovered wreath hangers don't fit over the bedroom windows. The next thing I did was grab my handy tackle box with the fishing line in it because fishing line is very strong for hanging wreaths and it's invisible.
After a few attempts, Jon placed the first wreath exactly where I wanted it. Then I discovered it was about 3/4 of an inch off center. He moved it willingly. After about 35 tries, he wasn't so willing any more. In fact I was very leary standing in front of the open window.
Fa-la-la-la-la turned into that other "F" word that is not exactly Christmas carol friendly. After several frustrating attempts, we finally found success, looked at one another and burst out laughing. The townhouse looks festive, the wreaths are only 1/16 of an inch off center, and we're in the process of writing a new Christmas carol.