Call of the Wild is my all time favorite.
Biographies, history, classic novels, non fiction.
No, it does not.
When there is a nasty storm, I have to go down to the basement to comfort my library.
It’s to compensate for their lousy cooking.
That’s how I watch baseball, knit until the announcer’s voice goes up a few octaves.
Assuming that the woman does not have onions in her potato salad, is there a recipe?
Well, she is a granny cat. Love the cats eye glasses.
He’s an empty nester.
Nobody poofs like Elvis!