I’m thankful for my luck to have been born in an interesting time of change and of plenty, in this Western World. These are not good days for all, but they are still good days for us – and likely for all who can read these words today – and I am thankful.
We looked at each other, counted the number of girls in the house, gave a nod, and packed our overnight bags – by which I meant a change of clothes, and he meant his iPod.
Bending over the table with the shears for that long (there are five chairs) gave me a new regard for handling textiles – now I know why Nike and Gap pay those overseas factory workers so much money!
Huntsville is standing capable and ready to be called back into action if the US ever gets its space program back in high gear. In the meantime, they have some of the best BBQ in the country!
That a hodgepodge of humorless harridans would jump up and form MASBIC – Mother’s Against Schweddy Ball Ice Cream – is lovely. The far right wingnuts now jumping to protect little Johnny from finding out that he not only has a pair, but that his daddy did, too – regardless of whether or not Daddy has any now, after having been married to Mommy for a while – well, all I can say is “Ginger, get the popcorn” because this should be fun to watch.