I let the dogs out early this morning. It was very dark and very cold. A few moments later I rolled the garbage out to the curb and I could hear many little feet breaking the ice in our creek. When the dogs came back in all of their paws were dry. I wonder who was ice breaking in our creek.
My assistant came in the office this morning and asked if I ran into any black guys this morning. I was confused and thought she was setting up a joke. She actually was asking if I ran into any black ice. I have a hard time with a
On the way to work a woman was walking down the sidewalk swinging her arms wildly. I actually thought she might slap my Jeep.
On the other hand folks in
Southport is a quaint fishing village reminiscent of some
St Croix is quintessential
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Were you already at work when you posted this at 7:11 am or is someone in a time warp?
I wonder if Michael and Terry will fall in love with your home the way you've fallen in love with theirs.
The way you describe Southport reminds me of Bayfield, WI. It is a beautiful place and works its way into your heart, but the people there aren't overly friendly either. "Snobbish," I'd say. Bring good friends with you when you go.
Okay Terry...I cheated and wrote the post at work yesterday and just now posted it.
I know you'll be there in July but I vote that you show them Jekyll instead!!!
I remember the fuel dock in Southport.
Obamalita? Lashabama?
That's hilarious...
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