As some of you know, I often take my 4-yr. old Terror Twins to McDonalds on the weekends. Not so much for the highly nutritious meals served at the Golden Arches, no, but rather to get them out of the house to burn off some of their excess energy in the playland area.
Last week I attended a funeral. Without providing too many details, let’s just say it was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to witness. She was my grand-niece. She was the daughter of my nephew. Her name was Savannah. She was just six years old.
Awhile ago I posted a picture of someone’s license plate that caused me to rant about ‘text-speak’. Not today. Today, I post a picture of someone’s license plate for the pure enjoyment of it. The wife says I might be going to hell for laughing at things like this, but as Larry the Cable guy…