I like stormy weather. I just don't like tornadoes. When the warning sirens go off, Maggie and I are in the basement hanging out with the lawnmower and the gas can. They say if you don't have a basement or storm shelter, then get in the tub and pull a heavy quilt over you.
What's that? A train's horn passing and blasting through downtown during a storm? These two phenomenon never fail to coincide with each other.
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Dear Charlie was here with breakfast at nine. His sister nearby complained that her biscuits were always cold. Charlie, the kind and accommodating soul, was doing double time when he stopped by here before visiting with his sister. He couldn't fuss much as Shelby and Polly make all his cakes and pies.
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Charlie drives around and buys breakfast for so many on Sundays, and his sister complained that her food was cold? I think she might try to come up with a different plan relative to being treated so well.
Hope you are safe!
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