I was having a mischievous idea.
It's the only place where I can be COMPLETELY open about who I am. I need that. There's only good for me to say.
Lasagne with garlic bread.
Man, I would sure eat good. AND BEER is a grocery item!
Happy birthday Bud. Don't forget chocolate cake.
Happy Birthday to one of the nicest people on Amirite.
1968 Corvette Stingray.
Every day it seems and you just reminded me that it's over in a blink of an eye. It seems like just yesterday that I was a 5 year-old playing in the dirt.
I care about you
Feet shoulder width apart with butt sticking out.
A few. One, in particular, shared my musical interests. Her severe Trump Derangement Syndrome made civility impossible. I asked her if she wears one of those ridiculous vagina hats and she blocked me. If she hadn't I would have blocked her.
It's not easy to get along with a liberal online.
Most of all? That it's mine; I gutted the whole place, switched out all of the plumbing and electric, Insulated, sheetrock and spackle, doors and windows, trim work, painting, flooring, roofing, and masonry. My personality is in my house. Built in 1864. French Mansard style.
As long as there are no Kingons blocking the way. (continuation of the sentence with the picture.)