A woman who is growing older (but not necessarily wiser) in the U.S.A.
I find silence restful. Of course here the birds talk ALL THE DAMN TIME.
I know the feeling.
The back-scratcher says it all. There are times when a tickle can be more invasive than quite intense pain. Notably when our nose-tip abruptly decides to give in and itch. Strange that, considering the sensitivity of better-known body-partsThanks too for an opportunity to deconstruct your home-space. Choice of furniture, hung pictures and - most important of all - book spines can often tell us more than the most impassioned confessions in Blogspot. How shrewd of you to turn your books away from the camera's malicious eye.If that's a fan surely it's inadequate for Florida. In Pittburgh we had two twenty-inchers mounted on small tables beyond the foot of the bed.Your telly is far bigger mine. I leave you to guess about how this fact should be interpreted.
Yeah, we all understand.
Nor do any of us!
There's really not much to say.
I'm interested in the back scratcher paper weight, with little tires on the end. Does it race away?
Ha, no. The hand on the other end provides a counter balance. It is not the best back scratcher I ever owned (my grandson insisted on taking that one home with him a few years back), but it does the trick.
Silence is golden.