Do Not Kick the Bucket

Buddy:  Ah, those were the days. Nothing to do but gaze upon our kingdom.

Rusty:  Yes, we all used to do a lot of this and we will again this summer.

Buddy:  Rusty, we look the same in sepia, yet you're a red/orange tabby and I'm a 2-tone brown hound.

Rusty:  You're actually 3-tone now.  Your face is white.

Buddy:  I know.  Age is creeping up on me, yet we're less than a year apart in age.

Rusty:  Must be the genes.  Guess I got lucky.  I was born a cat with good genes.

Buddy:  Well, whoever Genes is, he sure missed me.  I must have been taking a leak when Genes came around and handed out the good stuff.

Rusty:  Don't worry, Buddy.  It all evens out in the end.  Sooner or later, we all kick the bucket.

Buddy:  No, don't kick the bucket! Jan got angry when Crystal kicked the bucket a few years ago.  Especially since it was full of dirty water from mopping the floors.  It flooded the kitchen floor and made a real mess. 

Rusty:  It means ... I meant ... well, sooner or later we'll be joining all those who came before us.

Buddy:  You mean we'll see Grayce, Jenny, Crystal and Cotton again?

Rusty:  Yes.  Eventually the entire Funny Farmers Writing Club will be together again.  You'll have a great reunion and those of us who weren't born when the club formed will get to meet those who paved the way for us to blog. 

Buddy:  Well, I hope we won't be meeting in a bathtub again. It was a tight fit even then.   

Rusty:  I've heard about those middle of the night meetings in the bathtub.  Some of you have grown since then and the group has gained new members. We'll need an empty swimming pool - at the very least.

Buddy:  This sepia photo has made us nostalgic.I'm glad we are posting it.  It's brought back a lot of good memories.

We're joining Ruckus the Eskie for the Sepia Saturday blog hop. Come join him.