I’d like to throw these at the man mowing his lawns – the whipper-snipper noise was enough…and today I am not loving the fresh-cut grass smell.
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doesn’t mean I can’t have a sense of humour. I have a sense of humour. I even have a sense of humour in ICU on a ventilator. I know this. I have proof. I have wisdom: Writing online also saves paper. Save a tree, Blog today. (PS Do you know where home is?)