Godaddy’s Having A Problem Tonight . . .
And keeps truncated my posts.
So I’ll catch up tomorrow . . . Hopefully.
So all you’re getting tonight is this photo of Miss Karma perched on Jan’s chair watching me through the windshield as I worked on the wipers.
Thought for the Day:
Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?
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