J, I adore Fennville, but nobody knows how to find it or easily
imagines its charms. And then you suggest this out of the blue. So, de
nada. I am not in love with your father's driveway, and I wanted to back out
quickly, but there's little light and a narrow path and those orange
painted poles. Plus, there's the added drama of making certain you
arrive at Strawberry Point on time. As for the April event, I think we were both noting the two courses of
fish, so I wonder if we'll sit this one out. There's a lot to pick and
chose from when it comes to wine and dine ideas. I have reflected upon the charcuterie table, where I selected one of
each item. Was I being a gourmand attempting an educational experience
or a glutton overloading a plate? I don't mind a few gentle comments
in this area, and I quite prefer you to Judith Martin or Miss Manners.
I think a brilliant solution showed up on the table of a couple in the
adjacent room. The two men found a larger plate and set upon it a
selection of tapas to share. Despite my offish attempt to make humor,
are you aware that I have a cherished brother in law who is a scholar
of the early Christian saints and has shared a home with my brother
for decades? As for the police office, wasn't he pointed in direction of Jack's
entrance? I have observed a car there several times, and in fact, a
Spring Lake police cruiser once followed me up US 31 after departing
Jack's, and turned off, realizing he was pursuing a false positive.
He's after bigger game than people exceeding the speed limit by 5 or
10 miles per hour, I believe, the hapless drunk driver. As you might
have noticed by now, I'm never "riding dirty", and you probably have
that song on your iPhone, being a chanteuse of many tunes. Now we need a suitable, beautiful example of sheet metal for you to
demonstrate your "daughter of a race car driver" driving skills. I
once consulted at a stamping plant that still had dies for the T-Bird
and the Model T, so it's always sheet metal for me when it comes to
automobiles. Wilbo
imagines its charms. And then you suggest this out of the blue. So, de
nada. I am not in love with your father's driveway, and I wanted to back out
quickly, but there's little light and a narrow path and those orange
painted poles. Plus, there's the added drama of making certain you
arrive at Strawberry Point on time. As for the April event, I think we were both noting the two courses of
fish, so I wonder if we'll sit this one out. There's a lot to pick and
chose from when it comes to wine and dine ideas. I have reflected upon the charcuterie table, where I selected one of
each item. Was I being a gourmand attempting an educational experience
or a glutton overloading a plate? I don't mind a few gentle comments
in this area, and I quite prefer you to Judith Martin or Miss Manners.
I think a brilliant solution showed up on the table of a couple in the
adjacent room. The two men found a larger plate and set upon it a
selection of tapas to share. Despite my offish attempt to make humor,
are you aware that I have a cherished brother in law who is a scholar
of the early Christian saints and has shared a home with my brother
for decades? As for the police office, wasn't he pointed in direction of Jack's
entrance? I have observed a car there several times, and in fact, a
Spring Lake police cruiser once followed me up US 31 after departing
Jack's, and turned off, realizing he was pursuing a false positive.
He's after bigger game than people exceeding the speed limit by 5 or
10 miles per hour, I believe, the hapless drunk driver. As you might
have noticed by now, I'm never "riding dirty", and you probably have
that song on your iPhone, being a chanteuse of many tunes. Now we need a suitable, beautiful example of sheet metal for you to
demonstrate your "daughter of a race car driver" driving skills. I
once consulted at a stamping plant that still had dies for the T-Bird
and the Model T, so it's always sheet metal for me when it comes to
automobiles. Wilbo
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