Looks like it will be a good spring. Fiorella spotted several promising patches of bluebonnets on the side of I-35 as she drove home from Austin yesterday.
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Can't help but notice that Harry and Perry are hard at work changing their images. The Playboy Prince is metamorphosing into a tough, caring, responsible leader of a group of handicapped veterans engaged in an antarctic venture, and Governor Pointy-boots, now wearing Clark Kent glasses and costumed as a high-level executive, is looking like a top contender for the GOP presidential nomination.
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Speaking of changes, Fiorella was finally able to complete one of those new-fangled crossword puzzles in the Statesman the other day. The secret is to first review the whole puzzle and fill in the obvious words, then look for the cutesy theme for the day and take it from there.
Showing posts with label I-35. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I-35. Show all posts
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Husband Speaks
Fiorella is out of town, at a writers' conference in Atlanta. ATLANTA? Hey, give me San Francisco or Las Vegas or Colorado Springs, or even Philadelphia. I would even find more to do--and a lot better food--in Fort Worth, right up I-35.
Of course, everything is right up I-35, or over on !-35W. Elder son and his wonderful wife live right up the highway 1500 miles north, in Minnesota. Yes, Texas is the center of the world. From here, you can go anywhere.
Of course, everything is right up I-35, or over on !-35W. Elder son and his wonderful wife live right up the highway 1500 miles north, in Minnesota. Yes, Texas is the center of the world. From here, you can go anywhere.
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