Mmm. I may not make it. For the third night in a row Peg's demanded I take her somewhere right after work. I don't even know when dinner will be now. (I'm posting this, in fact, using my phone from the tile section of the local Lowe's home center while I wait for her. Damn, I wish I'd brought my Kindle...)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.