I don’t even know if that’s the term that’s used anymore, or if I’m dating myself. Grossed-out. It sounds right to me, but then, I’m a bit on the old-fogey side so it could be outdated. Sit a spell and let me tell you a story. A gross but true story. But don’t let me […]
I lead such an exciting life… I truly do. After work I’m going to go buy a plastic garbage can. A big one. Then I’m going home and pick ear corn for the squirrels for the winter. See? Don’t you wish you were me?