Rather than go out to see the DBacks, I stayed home and read.
(Holy Mackerel - I could be the first to comment! "Thick.")
Fell asleep. Woke way before dawn. Just as well... they lost.
So what is one to do but find the only WiFi venue nearby.
Got done what I needed; might I dither upon a spectacular epic?
About a month ago, I either took a shower or stirred some onions, taking my glasses off in the process. I do that - although they're bifocals, I'll take them off to look closely. I see perfectly at two feet, I figure. Of course, with regard to the lavage, they'll go in the medicine chest as I grab the toothpaste, but often enough I may place them elsewhere, and good luck finding them! In the kitchen, I have been known to put them in a cupboard and shut the door... "Where's me glasses?" becomes a mystery until I reach for the basil again.
Well, really did it this time. Nowhere to be found. Under something?
Papers and stuff on the tables and desk. Haven't stepped on them.
The hunt was on. "They'll turn up." the usual attitude.
My mother had her approach; they're under something.
Finally broke down, after several sweeps. New pairs.
Simultaneously picked up some beads for a new set.
Had to trim the beard for to "display." Normal.
Due for a haircut, I was; not senior yet, old sons!
Time marching on, crossed street to take the following:
Venus Arcs over the Lutherans. Venus given boost.
(Holy Mackerel - I could be the first to comment! "Thick.")
Fell asleep. Woke way before dawn. Just as well... they lost.
So what is one to do but find the only WiFi venue nearby.
Got done what I needed; might I dither upon a spectacular epic?
About a month ago, I either took a shower or stirred some onions, taking my glasses off in the process. I do that - although they're bifocals, I'll take them off to look closely. I see perfectly at two feet, I figure. Of course, with regard to the lavage, they'll go in the medicine chest as I grab the toothpaste, but often enough I may place them elsewhere, and good luck finding them! In the kitchen, I have been known to put them in a cupboard and shut the door... "Where's me glasses?" becomes a mystery until I reach for the basil again.
Well, really did it this time. Nowhere to be found. Under something?
Papers and stuff on the tables and desk. Haven't stepped on them.
The hunt was on. "They'll turn up." the usual attitude.
My mother had her approach; they're under something.
Finally broke down, after several sweeps. New pairs.
Simultaneously picked up some beads for a new set.
Had to trim the beard for to "display." Normal.
Due for a haircut, I was; not senior yet, old sons!
Time marching on, crossed street to take the following:
Venus Arcs over the Lutherans. Venus given boost.
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