Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by RickAgresta, Jun 17, 2008.
innocent whistling can be heard, originating in the East....
I loved the sound of silence. It meant my mother had short-circuited and her brain was in process of rebooting. Smiling at having dumbfounded her for a rare change, I buckled up and started the van, fiddling with the temperature controls until it was cooler than I liked but tolerable for my new companion.
Waking up with an alpaca using me as a pillow wasn’t my idea of a good time. Her front legs stretched across my chest while her hind legs flopped across my knees. As though worried I’d escape, she was using my forehead as a chin rest. Maybe she was warm, soft, and fluffy, but she was heavy, had a drooling habit, and snored worse than my father.
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