Poor Billo! Check out the sniffles - and the wavering, quavering voice - and I do believe I detect a tear hanging precariously from the corner of his eye.
Don't take it too hard, little Billy. You know better than anyone else - the tide comes in, the tide goes out. You just can't explain it.
About Me
- cindiloohoo
- Welcome to my blog. I'm a middle aged battle axe with a bee in her bonnet about nothing in particular. Wipe your feet before you come in and keep them off of my coffee table. And, of course, you kids get the hell off of my lawn.
