I’m glad I don’t have very good reading comprehension. I remember reading this before, but it’s just as new and fresh as the first time. Details escape me so I can enjoy it again.
I went with like, but I’m honestly not sure. Definitely want what I expected. Others asked for a continuation, I kind of feel like I missed something in what is here. But then, werewolves and vampires are not my thing.
I’m not allowed to laugh out loud in public. You made me break one of my rules. It’s December. That means I have to write a story about someone I remember from school. We used to joke his sister was named Mary. Mary Christmas.
Really. True story. I’d tell you where to find him on Classmates but then I might give something away about myself nobody needs to know. Well, almost nobody.
No shopping here. The limited people I would have to shop for primarily get cash out a gift card. I’m gift enough for the wife. Ok, no, I’ll have to figure out one gift. No need to deal with either end of this weekend. Although I did go out yesterday for bandages and similar supplies. Long story, don’t ask.
I’m leaning toward simple horndogs, but since I haven’t written a single word for chapter 6 yet, it’s anybody’s guess.
Hasn’t everybody slipped on the steps while carrying a laundry basket? No? Damn, I guess it’s just me then. His eyes are fine. Just ask his Uncle Mark. Oh, wait, we can’t.
Let’s not get beyond the teenage competitions just yet.
Tuesday
Angie knew now that Michael’s foot had healed, he’s been anxious to get over to the YMCA to get timed. The day after Les got word of the status of the suits, she called the local YMCA.
“Hello, D.A. Turner YMCA, Denise speaking, how can I direct your call?”
“Hi Denise, this is Angie Inness, is coach Lawson in?”
“Yes he is. Please hold a moment and I’ll transfer you.”
“Hello. Aquatics, Larry Lawson speaking. How can I help you get fit?”
“Hello, Coach Lawson. T
I’ll also say thank you for the early posting. Well, one thing out of the way, baseball.
Apparently, Colt doesn’t have a clue about Davin’s orientation. I have to believe Gavin at least suspects.
Happy New Ye… um Thanksgiving. Excellent resolution to what could have been a very tricky problem.
I’m surprised none of the wait staff suggested using the hotel’s landline to phone the police after the thugs were subdued, rather than waiting until the jammer was found. Or maybe @Bill W just didn’t think of it.