When I broached the subject of adding a few more must-have Shetland mules to our flock the Engineer strongly suggested we wait until next year. He is right. I know we should wait. But that doesn't mean I want to. Theresa says they're like Lay's potato chips. I have to agree.
But I'm not one to do what I'm told. Or to do what I should. So I added more sheep to our flock anyway. Last night I turned this,
Mwah, ha, ha, ha. Nobody can tell me I can't have something. Not nobody, not nohow.
I think I'll make it a friend tonight.