A follow-up to the four-part saga of Missy’s Epic Novel writing posts. Originally posted June 2019. Pt. 1: Missy Begins in the Middle; Pt. 2: Missy’s Epic Novel (so called); Pt. 3: “Have I missed something?”; Pt. 4: It’s Epic! “Marica?” Missy asked as she looked up at Marica who was having breakfast at her desk. “Yes, Missy?”
why we shouldn’t just go ahead and have a tropical storm, can you? I’ll be getting things in order throughout the day. May even venture out to the the old Dollar General to see why sort of trouble I can find. JK. I don’t go looking for trouble.
I was scrounging the Apartment the other day looking for things Mom would be interested in. I came across a CD– left by Daughter C & The J-Man– titled “Dinner Music.” I went to the storeroom, found a mini-boombox, plugged it in and previewed “Dinner Music.” It was not. But it did remind me that
SueK was 100% correct and I was– well, I got drove in the correct spot on my first attempt before SueK corrected me. We’re diagramming this sentence: “While the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate of Miss Pinkerton’s academy for
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way!
Given the complexity of the situation, both the track and intensity forecasts are currently low confidence. Paragraph four of four, or as the kids note, 4/4, from the NWS Hurricane Center. Maybe it’s just me and my relative lack of coffee but when one is making predictions and communicating such to the public, wouldn’t one
Working on it. Trying to convince Kat that it’s low level coding. I mean. If you can code, and if, in Tony’s case you can do logic & beyond, you can diagram.
Just what I was looking for. You do the thinking and the placement. You can save the image. I really do have things to do.
“While the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate of Miss Pinkerton’s academy for young ladies, on Chiswick Mall, a large family coach, with two fat horses in blazing harness, driven by a fat coachman in a three-cornered hat and wig,
For what it’s worth, I am finding it very difficult to be in a good mood this morning. Pardon my French, but the F-ing rabbits ate my beans and that really ticks me off. Mr. Big Food tells me there’s no way I can kill them all. Argh. Here’s a question for SueK, JoeBeth, and
Photos taken from June through August several years ago. Happy gardening!
IT IS A SELF-FIXING SITUATION. IT JUST TAKES TIME WHICH WE MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT HAVE. That should be MAY, right?
That’s all I got. Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures. Good luck with whatever it is you need luck for today.
Yes. I am well aware that this morning is not good in many places on Earth. Let us pray.
More so than any other anniversary or holiday, Memorial Day puts me in a pensive mood. I know I’m not alone. Friend and faithful commenter, SueK, replied to the Flanders Fields post with one word: Good. The Man Without a Country did nothing to change my mood. Wildflowers at the Summit of the North Pasture.
Glazed Donut Burger $6.49. It was remarkably good! This was May 2015.
You know how you like Wes Anderson movies and at some point in all Wes Anderson movies except MR. FOX and BUDAPEST HOTEL, you just go, please let it be over? That’s where I was tonight on Flower Drum Song. Please, Dear Lord, let it be over.