The finger in Daytona. It hurts.
So I'm working on my coffee this morning when an MMS from m'Josh appears.
These are few and far between, and I savor the moment.
Feets in the doctor's office. It was time for a checkup. A couple of hours and $50 later, he has an appointment to return on three weeks.
That left him a little grumpy. I figure it's about a fair trade for being able to wear flipflops and shorts I'm November.
-- text tapped from a virtual keyboard. You found misspellings? Imagine that. Get over it.