Dare I ask how the multiple hands syndrome works out in your life, Patricia A?
Can You Write A Horror Story In Two Sentences?
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I have to go to work tomorrow.
I don't want to.
I don't want to.
You don't want to know.
Actually I was thinking of days when I go to work with a song in my heart and a chipper outlook, then walk into a black cloud of the dismay of people in a bad mood. There are days when I am keeping up that good morning glad handing feeling all by myself.
You don't want to know.
Actually I was thinking of days when I go to work with a song in my heart and a chipper outlook, then walk into a black cloud of the dismay of people in a bad mood. There are days when I am keeping up that good morning glad handing feeling all by myself.
Here, Paddy pats.
You turned me on the this. Play it loud.
Bang the drums and hope it changes the general atmosphere at the workplace eh?
See, I'm glad you posted that. That is one of my go-to and crank it up to 11 videos when I do chores. I am supposed to be doing chores today....... but I'm here chatting and wot not.
The Chore Monster has struck at least one of ya.....
She gets motion sickness so I'll kiss her wee nose instead. But yeah, this is me going off to blare music and clean my happy home.
Can you're wee witch help you clean?
She sure can. She makes good cornbread too! She's looking at me right now saying, now leave that computer be.
You'll get done with your chores quicker if you just do it and quit jaw jacking on that there SKMB.
The policeman asked him why he did what he did to that little girl whose face was on the news for weeks. The boy answered: "Because I could."
For years, she had prayed to God for a child, but she was put on hold, so she adopted a heavenly newborn from a poor soul who wanted her child to have a future. Today, she is on death row, unapologetic about nailing her sinful son to a cross in her backyard.
Six people stood facing each other. One was the killer.
(A nod to Agatha Christie. My first love, after Dr. Seuss.)
(A nod to Agatha Christie. My first love, after Dr. Seuss.)
Six people stared each other down in the noonday sun. No one knew exactly who, but one person had a gun.
(Nod to Dr. Seuss... I guess, kinda.)
(Nod to Dr. Seuss... I guess, kinda.)
It was just a cup of tea, wasn't it, honey? Because my throat is really starting to burn now.....
This is my new favorite.
I had to go and see the specialist. He told me I had to have a prostrate checkup.
In the night -- sleepless in his despair -- her voice still came to him, imploring him to please come back.
There were more bricks and mortar in the shed, but it could wait until morning.
There were more bricks and mortar in the shed, but it could wait until morning.