Damn, my boy is ill, I think it's about the wrong juice he had today.
Now I'm upset because I don't know where they keep a thermometer or if they have one at all.
He is HOT HOT HOT poor little dude.
I'm sitting up all night with him and his sister is being really helpful.
Olive called, she is on her way here with a thermometer, what a gal.
Things can be tough sometimes round here, they are still short $35000 to buy the house.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
cigs keep the cops away
When people at work ask me for a cig I can often ask “What kind do you like?” The giggle when I file thru looking for their brand. I don’t...
-
OK the City of Portland has a problem with our huge collection of bike frames and parts, the only way to store them is side by side, in a li...
-
Tough day at the office, just kidding it was totally rad. Spent the day doing a private gig in Damascus. It was nice to be invited back. The... -
There was no riot. The thing is, I suspect a slow news day. For years I have been attending protests for causes I believe in, from anti war ...
No comments:
Post a Comment