To Market, To Market, To Buy A Fat Fig Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
That’s a cute little thinga ma jig. From your archive? I like figs,and dates. Especially with cheese, and sausage. Oh, and olives. Gotta have olives. LikeLike Reply
A window sill that I visited last weekend. I married a non-olive person and have not eaten as many lately. I’ll take Spanish over black now, though. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Now if I told you that, I’d have to kill you. And I like you too much. A person’s home south of here. 😉 LikeLike Reply
Now why would you say that after your Fat Fig headline, Kerbey? 🙂 But, yes. Yes, I do. 😮 LikeLike
The last date I had ended up in marriage. But I don’t give a fig. Snorf, snorf. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I Don't Get It 
That’s a cute little thinga ma jig. From your archive? I like figs,and dates. Especially with cheese, and sausage. Oh, and olives. Gotta
have olives.
LikeLike
A window sill that I visited last weekend. I married a non-olive person and have not eaten as many lately. I’ll take Spanish over black now, though.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I don’t think I ever met an olive I didn’t like.
LikeLike
Kalamata Tapenade?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh yeah. With capers. A wondrous dish in deed.
LikeLike
Liking the color! Window sill where?
LikeLike
Now if I told you that, I’d have to kill you. And I like you too much. A person’s home south of here. 😉
LikeLike
I can’t quite figureine this one out, Kerbey.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I bet you make you dear wife’s eyes roll back into her head several times a week. XD
LikeLike
Now why would you say that after your Fat Fig headline, Kerbey? 🙂 But, yes. Yes, I do. 😮
LikeLike
The last date I had ended up in marriage. But I don’t give a fig. Snorf, snorf.
LikeLiked by 1 person