Guess which one is me (hint - my beard is fake)
The weather outside wasn’t quite frightful though the high never cracked 30 degrees, but it would have been nice to have been able to stay all snug in my bed. But visions of Christmas shopping pushed me instead. To Target, to Home Depet, to WalMart and Subway to be fed. Sorry! I got carried away so I’ll get back to writing instead. STOP before I see red!
I sent this cell phone photograph to my son from BB&B in a failed attempt to have him rescue me last night. He "claimed" to have to study for one of his college finals. I had to spend an additional fifteen minutes in the store.
Few words strike fear in me like when my wife says “let’s go to the mall shopping for a little while.” I really love my wife (please note that I don’t really have to say this as she does not read my postings) and acquiesced even though the mall is torture to me. The level of torture is proportional to the number of related females in the shopping party.
