The title is a bit of hyperbole. I can explain. This past Saturday, our daughter Faith and I were considering options for celebrating my birthday.
All of a sudden, it’s June, and we are still without a legally open bar to visit. Cheryl has been kind enough to sneak us
It’s Saturday, and despite government crackdowns, isolation protocols are not yet being enforced at the No Facilities bar. Perhaps because there are, well, no actual
Linda G. Hill is plastering two prompts with the same stone today. In addition to the regular Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, she’s taking aim
‘Twas the Stream of Consciousness Saturday before Christmas and all through the joint – Every creature was scrambling to score bonus points: “Your Friday prompt
Ask anybody that knows me well and they will agree that I have a knack for saying the wrong thing. Perhaps it’s the right thing