Well, isle be darned
A couple of weeks ago, I'd have told you that armadillos don't exist as living animals. That's because I'd only ever seen them on their backs, on the sides of interstates.
A couple of weeks ago, I'd have told you that armadillos don't exist as living animals. That's because I'd only ever seen them on their backs, on the sides of interstates.
When dogs take over George Orwell's "Animal Farm," making law and sausage will be the same thing, and it's Monday Mail.
I cringe each time I see the commercial for an Internet matchmaking service.
While sitting at my desk at a cabin in the boonies a few days ago, I noticed that one of several quarters lying on it was dated 1970, the year I was born. Unfortunately, my first thought was that's one old quarter.
Only the prices change at Deorio's. Not even a fire made them discard those checkered tablecloths or a bulletin board that has snapshots of spouses that long ago divorced.