Tis the gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
'Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of 'me',
Tis the gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
'Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of 'me',
I post a blog the day after having posted a blog but it seems appropriate now.
“Yet you, dear friend with the spindle-stick legs and log-scraping voice . . .”
Stars formed first, you know. Planets (and we live on one) got thrown together from leftover gas and star dust. But space welcomed the newcomers. Then, earth welcomed us. What a relief.
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition..
Scooter’s Happiness Regime begins about fifteen minutes after his night’s sleep ends
“It just takes three on the floor. It takes a Consumer, a Feeder, and a Clipper.”
Let me tell you, if I know anything even ever so slightly, it would be about thoughts and prayers.
Scooter said, “Here’s the problem, Mom. There’s an odor in the house, and I recognize it. Otis.”