Shaking the dried snot out of her kerchief.
The hot sun melted the wax right out of his ear.
My wife does the same thing. 29 goodbyes later,we’re out the door.
And, it ain’t easy.
Have A backup, I always say.
If there’s no kite, it’s not Charlie Brown.
Sanka very much.
Is this the cord for the blinds? That sun is strong.
I could write a tune about how many Times I forgot my mask.
And looking A little scrappy for the scrapbook.