Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Not amused
If I had 50 children and all of them were girls, I never would’ve named one of them Rhoda. First grade, I’m carrying my assignment to the teacher: Rhoda: “Why is she… Continue reading
If I had 50 children and all of them were girls, I never would’ve named one of them Rhoda. First grade, I’m carrying my assignment to the teacher: Rhoda: “Why is she… Continue reading
Perpetual work, rivers endlessly flowing, ignoring flowers. <_><_><_><_><_><_> It’s one of those day’s where I’m so busy should-ing on myself that I don’t have the energy to do anything productive.… Continue reading
While I sit here looking out the window as I devour my cheese grits (non-greasy variety), a southern USA delicacy, I contemplate the bamboo vine (smilax). It’s growing through a space between the… Continue reading