I think the only times my wife dressed in anything but her swimsuit when we went to Hawaii about a month ago were for the flights there and back and Trivia Night with her cousin there. I fetched in all our meals.
Don’t remember where I read that at the exposition where McKinley was shot there was a Roentgen x-ray machine that could have found the bullet in time to save him if anybody had thought to use it.
A Little Archie comic book story about 50 or so y.o. told by a rabbit to his son about the human world, in which while in possession of Jughead’s rabbit’s foot Archie was challenged by a bully and got detention when it ricocheted off the trash can and hit Miss Grundy, rain fell through Miss Grundy’s car windows, Mr. Wetherbee got a bucket of paint on his head, and a garbage collector fell over the can concluded with “If it were lucky, it would still be on the rabbit.”
It was when the chicken heart got to Philadelphia that a sofa was burned and Jello spread all over the kitchen floor by a future spokesperson to protect against it.
Reminded of a suggestion in the 1990s when much of the news was from Bosnia, with many consonants in place named, and Somalia, with as many vowels in theirs, that the two countries exchanged one for the other.
I think the only times my wife dressed in anything but her swimsuit when we went to Hawaii about a month ago were for the flights there and back and Trivia Night with her cousin there. I fetched in all our meals.