My father got me a belt and suspension components for Christmas, neither of which are automobile parts
— Christopher Hurt (@chris_m_hurt) December 27, 2017
A friend on Facebook asked,
“Could you explain that without being at all specific?”
No, because what I said was meant to be funny.
On the other hand, yes, my father bought me a belt and suspenders.
Like two months ago, Wednesday was kind of a bummer at work,
yet online interaction was pleasant during lunch.
The cheese in the fridge has just let me know I am cut off.
— AskMeAfterTea (@StTabitha) December 27, 2017
Tabitha St. Germain liked how I quoted her tweet:
— Christopher Hurt (@chris_m_hurt) December 28, 2017
“And he said, ‘Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
and naked shall I return. The LORD gave,
and the LORD has taken away;
blessed be the name of the LORD.’ (Job 1:21)”
It’s something — Disclaimer: these solutions may not be applicable…
I forgot about the amazingly large slice of red velvet cake on Saturday night, which continued to wreak havoc with my sugar levels for the next three days, so I’d like to blame the orange juice for my erroneous production at work today, but that was not the only thing. I’m going to conclude ice cream isn’t a solution for me.