Pork chomps on the barbecue. MMMM.
Mike phoned me from Wreck Beach yesterday to say dreamily, and with pretty obvious background noise, where he was. After I quit maligning the quality of his parents nuptial bond, I had to admit he was one lucky chump.
After NCIS (Abby-centric episode yay) Keith, brooking no nonsense, hauled me out to the pool and held my head under until I did a couple of laps. My foot feets much better this morning.
