A Black Forest Growler tastes really good after your finished painting a kitchen.
The color on the ceiling looks a little brighter now but I miss the spaghetti that was stuck up there for the past few years. . . . The last years of them being little.
Brown ground is brown ground, there is nothing you can do it about it. Its just brown ground.
I am still the luckiest man in the in the world.
If I can get some sun to make me a shadow, I will make me shadow on the brown ground to remind me.
Right now I dont need to be reminded.
Its good that the leaves aren't always on the trees. If they were, we'd never see the branches sillouetted against the winter sky at dusk.
and
I wouldn't have a chance to get a little excited about seeing buds
In the morning and it will be too warm for Feb, the woodchuck will be sleeping and the winds will be calm.
Its gonna be a SUPER TUESDAY!!!
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