Hi Jay, <<Now Tuesdays also feel like Fridays, along with Thursdays and Fridays>> ...
... and Fridays feel like Saturdays, Saturdays Saturdays, Sundays feel like the days before Mondays, which in turn feels like Thursdays, because they are the days before Tuesdays :0)
Everyday is a holiday, at the beach, even as faraway gas fields produce a steady stream of goodness to fortify the spirit and firm the will;0)
May we count our blessings, and then count them again when the autumn leaves start falling, in anticipation of a cold winter, at which time gold should then be well on its way to near-space:0)
Maurice, let me share a secret with you. Nothing beats the NToeAwsBe, when we are near the TPonRr, on our way to TeoTwawKi :0)
Happiness is a talkative Bernankaput-Humpty and clueless Greensputin-Dumpty :0)
Oops, correction, happiness is a cash spewing gasser pressurized by a wide open FED tap !
Chugs, Jay |
