One Sunday morning, newspaper and cup of coffee in hand, I dragged a wicker chair from my garage to the front porch . . . you know, the standard suburban 4x8 front porch. But now it's become my sweeping veranda overlooking my own personal Main Street.
3 comments:
Ah, simple pleasures. You know who's going to be pi$$ed at this post? SATAN!!
That sounds like a good Sunday afternoon - good food, good weather, good company.
Laurie . . . I laughed so hard, I almost spewed coffee all over my monitor . . . could it be . . . SATAN?
Cath . . . if you knew the addiction that Texans have for Mexican food, you'd fly over here.
Thanks!
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