It turns out, there is nothing she likes in Dick’s Sporting Goods, although she was looking at the guns.
I know it’s hard to believe, but people used to collect postage stamps, in albums. They would examine the perforations and other details with a magnifying glasses, carefully protecting, classifying, and organizing. They talked in hushed tones.
There is an old fire truck in the shrubs, it seems to be stalking some sort of prey, maybe a Yugo that has fallen behind the pack. At least I think it’s a fire truck? I can’t really get over there for a closer look.
couldn’t figure out the rebus on this postcard, because I thought it was a horse, not a donkey, aka ass. I was distracted by the smoking, the snorting, and the eyelashes! Those eyelashes.
My sad tale of the day; In recent weeks, my computer has developed a habit of freezing up 2 or 3 times at least, every day. Malware and virus scans are reporting that everything is hunky dory. It might be a corrupt driver or something. I