"Be an Alpaca Farmer."
That's what the man on the TV said I should do. It piqued my interest, so I yelled out to the wife, "Honey, I'm thinking of quitting the job and buying an Alpaca farm."
"What's that hon'," she said, from the kitchen.
"Alpaca's. I'm thinking, maybe Alpaca's could be my thing."
Long pause from the kitchen . . . "What's an Alpaca?"
"Alpaca's, you know those things that look like the Push me/Pull you on Dr. Doolittle . . . what if I bought a farm and we raised 'em."
Silence . . . "okay, but could you come empty the dishwasher?"
And that, as they say, was the end of that.
10 comments:
Wow! Feels like you're giving a shout-out to our Northern roots!
Did you know they have an "Alpaca Store" in the Mall of American in Minneapolis?
Hilarious...
I did not know they were northern farm animals. I know they advertise in Texas, and in Philadelphia, but I have never seen an Alpaca, or a store or anyone associated with them.
The commercials crack me up though.
Ciao ---
They aren't really... in fact, they are South American (Peru, etc)... But for some reason you see a lot of llamas and alpaca (animals and products) up north...
Maybe it's the wool that keeps us warm up there :)
Oh, I did not know that. Wow.
You would rock the overalls, Fran.
Thanks Ken.
You really approached this whole thing from the wrong angle. You should have let mom come up with the idea as a new way to make money. You might even talk her into letting you have Philly as your very own territory.
Becca -- right. Hmmm --- maybe we could hide the odors with all that leftover perfume; then there is the Year 2000 oats we could feed them.See ya.
I really laughed out loud at the perfume comment. Good times ;)
Well Liz that was my idea -- another in a long list of goofs. If you really want a good story, I'll tell you about the time I needed money and decided we should deliver telephone books.
But --
When all you guys were young were the best times of my life.
Ciao.
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