The weather report calls for mid-90s and high humidity... boys and girls, summer has hit Virginy...
Thank God for the Harley... for the coffee shop that opens early if the little red-haired dude and I are outside on our morning walk... for the little red-haired dude teaching me patience... that I have two healthy legs to walk with... for two arms to hold that mutt even when he is trying to check out every damn smell in the neighborhood... and for the other senses I take for granted every day...
Thank God for you!
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Thank God for the Harley... for the coffee shop that opens early if the little red-haired dude and I are outside on our morning walk... for the little red-haired dude teaching me patience... that I have two healthy legs to walk with... for two arms to hold that mutt even when he is trying to check out every damn smell in the neighborhood... and for the other senses I take for granted every day...
Thank God for you!
W'04
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summer has hit Virginy...
Ya know, swap the "y" with an "a" and the meaning of this sentence changes...
Reminds me of a tale that I'm sure you don't wanna hear about a woman who went to the hospital one day complaing about having something growing out of her "Virginia" (that's what she said... Virginia)... apparently one lonely day she whacked it with a potato, and part of got left in there..