Why is it fun to get out every toy in the house, even if you don’t plan on playing with any of them? Do you know what playing is? Does it involve throwing things all over the floor faster than I can pick them up, laughing and then unplugging the vacuum just as I get to that satisfying green-light-means-dirt-all-gone stage?
Wasn’t this carpet new 6 months ago?
Will the various parts of my house ever EVER be clean all at the same time again? No, I’ll settle. Will my main floor ever EVER be clean all at the same time again? On second thought, please do not answer this question.
Why don’t I sit out on my front bench more often? I made this bench and have never really sat on it. I want to be a front porch lurker, a “Yoo-hoo” caller and a Postum sipper. I think I’ll start tomorrow.
If it looks like snow, but sounds like rain, what is it? And more importantly, will it stop my postal carrier from bringing my Lube-Oil-Filter coupons tomorrow because I really need more Lube-Oil-Filter coupons?
I just sat down at the computer and had an almost uncontrollable desire to type in the URL www.cheesecake.com. I know that’s not a question. I think I was maybe just asking your permission to do it.
Okay. I went over there. It looks good. Skinny Al Roker endorses it. It tastes like plastic when sampled via the internet. Don’t waste your time. Now if jolly Al Roker had endorsed it, maybe.