Countrified keys and Garcias. Sounds like a Tejano Conjunto.
And we do need large socks for our large feet.
I got a haircut. Paige, Hair Designer, who has been cutting my hair since this time last year, has left the salon. Nice as she is, I am not going to follow her to her new place of employment: I chose this place because it was convenient.
Her replacement, Emily, costs $10 less, and she did a good job. She was very cautious and cut little bits at a time, so at the end, it looked like she’d run a ‘possum pelt through a blender.
For my next trick, I’ll pick Pat up from school.
Calcified Fleas and Garçon!
For me, that would be an improvement. Mine looks a bad comb-over with the wrong kind of cobweb.