. . . because I couldn't find a decent cilice in my size.
I am in the mood now to go and walk my doggies while listening to my iPod. Maybe a little Meatloaf . . .
You know what they say."don't let your meat loaf." ha ha!
Wow! That jukebox and those tunes bring back the memories, good memories.Eddie, I only let my mind loaf!
Sunday evening, while in Seattle to visit my dad, I told my daughter I'd take her to Johnny Rockets' in the Univ Village. We were on our way when she asked if I'd like to go to Dick's instead. "Mom doesn't like Dick's, so you never get to go there when we're in Seattle," she said. I think for Father's day, you and I oughta go. (Mom was back home on the other side of the state.)What a great idea! Turn out she likes their fries as much as I do. And we brought my (bedridden) dad home a Dick's milkshake for dessert. He loved it! John
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