Bored. Bored. Bored. Might toss my hammer about a bit and upset those pesky humans. Now, where did I leave the effing thing?
At 57.9 degrees latitude (N), am regretting cavalier decision not to bring jim-jams. Using pocket money to remedy this in the morning. #130story
Summer Fruit: Ripen-at-home peaches
Day 6: somewhat al dente (like biting into a turnip).
Day 7: Enough penicillin to make Big Pharma's knees knock.
At 36 degrees, I was shivering in thermal socks and furry cardigan. With more than a little gratitude, I turned on the heating. #130story
All that she desired was for Windows 10 to play nice with her printer. Doing the final proof on screen is far from fool-proof.
The word 'execute'
conjures up 'les tricoteuses' -
those knitting women.
'She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.' Proverbs 31:27
Thank God, now I can blame bread for my sloth!