“Dis my fing. You no touch.”
Good morning. I think its Thursday. I’m not sure because life is funny that way.
It is Thursday. My calendar says so. Also my computer.
I have about an hour before I take the little children and the carpool riders to VBS. Then I’m going to get new rear tires on the van. The shop is conveniently located near the bank and a Harris Teeter, so I’ll do some other business while waiting.