It's 110 degrees on my front deck...which is shaded by five Birch trees. I don't even know how hot it must be in the back where there is no shade whatsoever.
Now, now, I have been to Hell several times to beat the Devil out of souls in invigorating games of gin rummy, and the gates look nothing like that. For one, you forgot the decorative marigold baskets. Not to mention the lawn flamingos...with mohawks.
Now, now, I have been to Hell several times to beat the Devil out of souls in invigorating games of gin rummy, and the gates look nothing like that. For one, you forgot the decorative marigold baskets. Not to mention the lawn flamingos...with mohawks.
ReplyDeleteYou're just being melodramatic...;p
I'll be even more dramatic when I become the Devil's handmaiden. As I toss and turn in the steam heat every night, I imagine he's coming for me...
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