Sure the days are getting longer, but we still have to contend with those two sister furies- January and February and their brother Mad March Leftovers are fine and very good looking When in the right mood- The mood for not cooking I realize most compliments are insincere.... lap-lap-lap-lap-lap...lap....lap......lap I’m like a street full of potholes Putting my wheels out of whack. Filling won't last; repaving is out Just drive on the smooth parts going and back Hours yet to live Money in the bank Both slip through my fingers For that I give great thanks The only active thing I do is move myself into position so things happen to me. Whenever there’s a software update, my phone acts goofy. Rather than try to fix it, I’ve learned to wait for the engineers to make it right or else just learn to love the bugs. There are hundred of cliché’s Many are great fun That being said Don't start every sentence with the same damn one. According to stud...
It is never too late to be what you might have been—George Eliot