I remember the day well. . .It was a Thursday, I think it was, maybe it was a different day, anyway, no matter, it was hot, humid and overcast if memory serves me right, except for the blistering sun that just would not let up. . .As there was no breeze, I was amazed by the sway of the trees and the rapidity of the cloud movements. And thus, the stage was set for my numerous misfortunes, but that’s a different story for a different day.
Now, for my triumphs; her name was Betty, pretty sure it was, but it might have been Gerta, yes, I’m positive it might have been one of them. to be cont’d
tjlmaz almost 4 years ago
Sounds familiar…
Pickled Pete almost 4 years ago
I remember the day well. . .It was a Thursday, I think it was, maybe it was a different day, anyway, no matter, it was hot, humid and overcast if memory serves me right, except for the blistering sun that just would not let up. . .As there was no breeze, I was amazed by the sway of the trees and the rapidity of the cloud movements. And thus, the stage was set for my numerous misfortunes, but that’s a different story for a different day.
Now, for my triumphs; her name was Betty, pretty sure it was, but it might have been Gerta, yes, I’m positive it might have been one of them. to be cont’d
Ontman almost 4 years ago
Haven’t we all ?
Skylark almost 4 years ago
Who’s counting? I have enough trouble getting my feet to hit the floor in the morning!
WCraft Premium Member almost 4 years ago
Pretty much describes most people…
mistercatworks almost 4 years ago
It’s surviving the triumphs (and Trumps) that is significant.