That's what I'm sayin'.
Why is the house always freezing downstairs? No matter what the temp is outside, the downstairs is cold. It may be a blessing when the high temps of July and August hit.
Why is it, there are six pots of plants, separated in pairs of different kinds and in each instance one pot's contents grows slower than the other?
Why did we trust our lives to man made items and ride an open sided train under a tank filled with sharks?
Why did we get in a boat on a beautiful Saturday morning and take a tour of the port?
Why? Because we can't be serious all of the time?
2 comments:
Loved the post and the pictures,
Have you got a "Z" word yet?
Yvonne,
Not yet, but I'm working on it.
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