It’s like my momma always said–“In one ear and out the toaster.”
That figured prominently in my dreams this morning. It’s all I can remember. I feel like some part of my mind is trying to tell me something, but I can’t quite figure out what.
Franklin Veaux's Journal
Working toward the heat death of the Universe, one joule at a time!
Well, firstly, I’m quite worried, and secondly, I must remember never to accept toast if you offer it to me.
Probably wise, on the latter bit at least.
Well, firstly, I’m quite worried, and secondly, I must remember never to accept toast if you offer it to me.
Probably wise, on the latter bit at least.