. . . the sun melts your rear-view mirror off the windshield.
Anybody want to place bets on how long the mirror hangs like that?
Went to a memorial service for Elvis tonight, twenty-nine years after his passing, at the Blind Pig Tavern. Unfortunately the jukebox with all his music was on the fritz, but we had a great time nonetheless. I ate some fried pickles–and was surprised to find them quite tasty. The King is dead. Long live the King!
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BLASPHEMER!!!
Elvis is alive and well.
I think he lives in Tallahassee.
OMG – that mirror does not look healthy. It’s been pretty hot – but we don’t have global warming, do we now? Can knitting keep one cool? I am trying 😉