Reminds me of a song when I was a kid. Note the lyrics about “at least it’ll go when I row, row, row,” after passing the sailboat that ran out of wind and the power boat that ran out of gas. Enjoy: >
Several years ago, when my wife and I were traveling around Spain on one of our wedding anniversary trips, we noticed that a lot of the young Spaniard males (young male Spaniards?) were trending in Capris, long a staple of all ages of women back in the states. Wife suggested I should try them and I gave her two valid reasons: 1, I am not a young Spaniard male and, 2, I don’t want my older male coworkers to think I’ve gone soft.
Not bragging (too much), but I graduated with a degree in English and spent almost two decades as a newspaper writer (a few at the GR Mess with you, Jef). Did Wordle for about a month and just got bored with it. But the ADD — squirrel — might have been a contributor.
Like making January and May, for example, 30 days and adding those two days to February to even things out. Oh, yeah, but then where would we put Leap Day, in April?
I could be wrong, but I thought I was taught in middle school/junior high, that all mathematical equations worked from left to right, just like reading. Perhaps that’s why I don’t even know how to score a game of bowling?
exactly. the more skunky is smells, the better ….. so I’ve been told.