Mr. Spring is in the process of filling up his new gun safe after finally unloading it from the truck and he just came down the stairs with rifles in his hands and a couple slung over his shoulder.
Me: "Good grief, just how many guns DO you have??"
Him: "That's a secret you never tell your wife."
I'm assuming I can use the same logic in reference to purses and trips to Target, right?
Byron,GA> Charleston, SC> Jacksonville, FL> Guilford, CT> Rohnert Park, CA! A southern drawl in sunny Cali! .
The amount of time from slipping on the peel and landing on the pavement is exactly one bananosecond.
I do have a secret yen for pink in unexpected places.
I've decided that I'll never get down to my original weight, and I'm OK with that--After all, 8 pounds 2 oz. is just not realistic.