Speaking Auctioneer

She's the picture girl. Sorry. No pictures.
But, Auction today in Mt. Morris.

Nothing Good.

I hate auctioneers whom (who?) you can't understand.

I've been to dozens of auctions,

and this one I can't understand for the life of me.

I did manage to steal some

jewelry for her. Well, by steal I mean exchange for moving heavy stuff.

Then to dinner at Poor Pauly's Pub.
Not that great.

It was wonderful to spend some time with my parents though,

they were in a funny mood.

Well, thunder, means lightning, means I have to unplug her 'puter.

"Life is good today"