Thursday, May 13, 2010

Tales of A Florida Census Worker.... A Haiku

I knock; no answer...
A seasonal resident
Winter birds flew home.


  1. You do census work? lol. My census guy came and left me a note. I rumpled it and threw it away. He came on a Friday night while I was making dinner and cooking wine. I felt bad about the note so I made him eat a meal (shrimp with fettuccini) and have white wine. Shhh don't tell anyone. He looked happy.

  2. LOL. Not COOKING wine! WHO COOKS WINE? I was DRINKING wine. Sheesh! Maybe I've had too much wine already yikes!