i sat/put my elbow/rolled over on my "cheaters" once too many times, and they are consigned to the dust bin of history. so, i type this "in a fuzz," and it is likely to be be proofed even less reliably than usual. so, good luck to you.--
so it's "... over hill, over dale, over moor and dustry [a mistake, but, i like it: jj.] trail" w/ my son and his girlfriend to see my daughter in spokane, washington. we are going to descend on her new abode, bought with the earnings of her first job and w/ her usual feisty approach to things. we'll meet this evening with her boyfriend and an old friend of my kids from high school for dinner in post falls, idaho.
all are acid tongued little poops, and it should be an enjoyable couple of days.
so, fend for yourselves, do your own thinking for a couple days, because i am away from this ball & chain of a blog. just not gonna worry about it, or you, for a little bit. i trust you won't let the world go completely to hell in my absence.***
john jay @ 02.02.2011
*** conceit. an ant floating on a twig down the river, on his back, with a hard on, yelling "raise the draw bridge."
everybody has a little (one), in that perspective, now, don't they?
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