Shaky Constructs of Questionable Import and Dubious Utility.
Oh. My. Dear. Heavens.Is this a spd rdr post I see before me? Hope has indeed returned with the Spring flowers. Beer is a thing with bubblesThat clingeth to the mugAnd effervesceth merrilyAs though daring me to chug. And sweetest, in the tap, is heardOh! sore must be the churlThat could forgo the tasty draughtThat causeth one to hurl. I've heard it in the chilliest mugAnd in the tallest glassAnd, if I quaff enough of it'Twill knock me on my a**.- Your smart alecky biggest-fan-except-for-maybe-Portia, who is overjoyed to see you posting.Well, you made my day.
Um...Portia posted this. I have been derelict lately.It is very beautiful, Portia. Thank you.
Sorry.Looked for the usual "Posted by Portia" at the bottom, and didn't see it.My bad.
And yes, it was, Portia.Thank you once again.
That's a peach of a picture, kid.The more I look at it, the more I am stunned by the perfection of youth.How come they have to grow into teenagers?
That photo has been haunting me for months. I'm glad I found an opportunity to post it. Let's not mess it up with talk of teenagers, or grown-ups:) Thanks Cass. Actually, it's "my bad" for not including the "posted by Portia" tag. I'm beyond busy these days to find the time to say much (even if I still have too much to say:)) but I'm committed to keeping a "light" on at HH. Just in case....
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