Give me a Saxophone Any Day
“I like neither,” said Tom, a high school freshman and rarely listened to. “For me, it’s all about the electric guitar.” He played an air guitar slide, which no one paid attention too.
“I like neither,” said Tom, a high school freshman and rarely listened to. “For me, it’s all about the electric guitar.” He played an air guitar slide, which no one paid attention too.
Jenny ripped the tiny hole in her jeans on the door as she rushed from her mother’s hospital room. Her mother had just died and all she could think about was a simple question: did mom love me? Jenny rubbed the threads and sobbed.
Pitch sputters and spits on the cat
A harsh meow and scamper away
Stitches pause, then roll down the line.
It’s not the Snowmageddon the Eastern Sierra has seen in Feb. – some 500 inches of snow – it is a sizable amount of snow days for Sin City.
Trying a standing desk. The verdict is still out. I am too used to laying back in the chair to think. Now, I must rock from side-to-side and shift my weight. I think I enjoy sitting.