Basalt? Interesting.
I was reading a picture book to Kathleen earlier and found a description of our life:
“The house was filled with snoring, snarling, belching, badgering, grumbling, growling, loitering, looting, and lazing savages of all shapes and sizes.”
“Time to call an exterminator!” said Mom.
Yes, basalt. He kept it in a little vial with water, and he would shake it just before he used it. It must have worked, though I have no idea if it was valid or if he just thought it did and therefore, it did.
Wow! What a fun book to read! Kathleen probably has no idea how accurate that description is!
And now, folkses, since I slept so little last night, I’m going to go get parallel to the deck and let the mattress pad work its magic on my back.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel well enough to drive in to Vegas for the prescription.
See all y’all tomorrow!
You should sue for royalties.