Mine
It spent the night caring for some prune, so a quiet night. Before wrapping thigns up, honked the horn, Stoney came out, got cold cuts, It left. Of course he hadda leave "mine" notes all over the fridge. Can't wait 'til the fridge breaks.
This week is the kinda week runners live for. 60's in the am, warm (80's) in the pm. A morning runner's dream. ;)
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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