...of the payment I sent for the Pledge Drive. Guessing I won't be the only one. I'll assume somebody will tell me what to do about it.
My 10-year-old boy found last night's speeches very convincing.
Twins now technically ahead of the Braves and Reds. Small victories.
Happy Father's Day, citizens. Cheers.
My wife long ago set aside career aspirations in lieu of Army and family, but never gave up the desire to be something. We just don't know what, or how, after all these years.
This week and last seem to be when "Spring Break" is falling for the schools around here.
I'm back to work after taking a week off, which is a rare occurrence. We survived our trip to Duluth and are resolved to cautiously explore the possible idea of taking the kids somewhere again in the future.
In case you didn't see yesterday's COC.
In spite of having looked it up previously (probably), I'm still not entirely sure what Boxing Day is.
I need to put together a Christmas mailing of some sort. Clock is ticking.
Maybe. I hope.