...who'e pee froze half way to the bucket?
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...who'e pee froze half way to the bucket?
...who'e pee froze half way to the bucket?
Poetry gold?......or peetry gold?That's poetry gold there.
Don't hate.
Poetry gold?......or peetry gold?
Just dropped Andy off at the Winnipeg Airport - it's only around -3 degrees Celsius which is pretty balmy for this time of the year.
We actually just took our real tree down last night!
It didn't go up until a couple of days prior to Christmas so we wanted to leave it up for a while.
Was thinking of burning some of the branches in the fireplace but apparently this is a bad idea, due to all the sap and resin found in Fraser firs.
*rubs face* I am having one of those odd thoughts. Like how my hubby can love IT...wants to see movie. Love the book and love the mini sires. Yet be to frighten to watch 1922 or listen to the book. He hates horror and loves IT. Sometimes makes me wonder.
Perhaps it’s the underlying story? With the kids and confronting your demons
Only reality scares me, although I find some things disturbing enough to where I wished I hadn't watched them.....
....but it’s a DRY grey....It is grey day ....but it's warm.
Fact is stranger than fiction, as the saying goes, and sometimes reality can be a lot scarier too...
....but it’s a DRY grey....
...you and me both bunky...My neighbors do strange things ... stuff I haven't read in stories, so I wonder ......
As grey as my hair in a desert ....