Awww, bless her heart, she threw a shoe. My girls abhorred shoes and socks. I'd have them in the cart and we'd be leaving a trail of footwear and hosiery. Miss they're baby years. Now they're a couple of hormonally-challenged teens.
Dammit, "their". I hate when I do that.
Their ewe go again Angel! Don't fret it, we all make missteaks from thyme two thyme.
Well for all incense and porpoises, I think you get the gyst.
Oh, hai. No intense offended. ;)
That's why I come here....the intelligant commentsMichael in Nelson
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