It would be a week in the late 1960's before I got totally 'drawn into' the Jehovah's Witnesses. A nice young lady from Ireland came to live in a bedsit in the house right next door to the one I lived in. The landlord owned both houses and both front doors were always open. Of course each person had the key to their own room, so no one could just walk in, but it was nice when i got invited in. Unfortunately she was a Catholic and I was just beginning to learn about Jehovah, so the 'friendship' d
It was that week that I had to stay in bed, up in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. They had a VCR/DVD player that only had one movie on it. So I ended up watching Bill Murray in Groundhog Day about 30 times in one week.
Or maybe that was just a dream. . . . Or maybe I just made this up. . .😉
I saw this post over on the right but I didn't know the full topic because the full title was cut off and it just said:
What is the taste of sno...
I sniffled and thought of something gross.
Yep, sorry, I thought it would be:
What is the taste of snorkels?
What is the taste of snowshoes?