Tuesday is my least favorite day of the week-- no fresh Monday energy and no end to the week in sight-- but I survived today's Tuesday without major mishap: while I did slightly screw up my Richard III/War of the Roses chart that I drew on the board (I mistakenly put a line indicating betrothal from Anne Neville, Warwick's daughter, to Henry VI instead of his son Edward . . . shame on me!) this was balanced out by the fact that my van healed itself, and the three check engine lights that were on magically turned themselves off this morning.
4 comments:
Or perhaps the lights were on for so long that the bulbs burned out?
Errant Neville! Don’t worry, Dave. Everybody plays the fool.
Golf Clap, Whit.
nicely done.
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