Good move parents.
I love it when the management wants me to train my replacement. I try to train them so good that they realize they are to good for my job and get better jobs else where. I suspect there may be a hole in my logic but I am to busy training people to worry about it.
I found all my lost socks. I wore out the socks I had. Now I have a few pairs of single socks. My wardrobe is pathetic.
Yup. I suppose if your prison pension is a billion dollars, you can afford to be a little scummy.
Oh great. Now Sophie is the aunt who is a bad influence. Sigh… Well, I guess someone has to do it.
I’ll be fish would love a walk along the beach. Perhaps a bit off shore, but still along the beach.
I’m thinking Anne might have a bit of Mary Poppins in her. Just give her an umbrella and she is good to go.
Street magician? Magically homeless? Disappearing man hole covers?
Sounds a little loony, but sure as anything, if you discard any of it you will find you need it in 20 or thirty years.
That’s right. A real King.