If what I read is right, this celebration seems not so suitable for children. Worse for sleep than the candies consumed by modern Trick-Or-Treaters. I mean, think about it.
If what I read is right, this celebration seems not so suitable for children. Worse for sleep than the candies consumed by modern Trick-Or-Treaters. I mean, think about it.
Mostly, I sleep while they are driving, but today my parents seem unusually excited, so I’m paying attention.
My mom and I were playing catch in Otis’s back yard. My mom’s a terrible tosser.
“The picture you see here from Santa Fe is me, laying in a bed of clover,”
“Still, it was pretty funny,” said Scooter. “Until I hear you say that bad word.”
Have you ever smelled California’s Central Valley? Oh my! It is glorious.
I very nearly started to tell you about the massive jet tub that occupies a third of the suite’s space.
We are in the week when Earth blunders its way through a cloud of meteor debris the Comet Swift-Tuttle scatters from its tail during its annual orbit of the sun.
“I’m glad you didn’t have your camera handy.” We are reminiscing, Scooter Sublime and I.
I want to say that real rats run throughout the world but that’s not quite right. There are three ‘rat-free’ places. Do you know where they are?
“I don’t know how to explain it,” I said.
“Don’t explain,” Scooter urged. “Describe it.”