The book is returned, the socks are mailed, and the flip-flops are purchased. Frank was still asleep when we got back, so I had a nap, too. I feel like a giant dog fell on me.
I could turn the ac on, I guess.
679 posted on 05/11/2011 1:57:21 PM PDT by Tax-chick
(Obama's "Gutsy Decision": Who's gonna tell the fool that he ain't cool?)