Most are obsolete before you can remove them from the package after buying them. There’s always something newer and flashier.
Oh….it’s quite “in hand” from my observation. XD
Watched a dog walker one day. They had their phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling and walking along. Meanwhile, the dog kept stealing glances over its shoulder to see if the owner was paying attention. Sad.
Great! Reading comments whilst eating my oatmeal in the morning is not a good combo….gotta clean the laughter off my screen. XD
Better yet, how do you get a whiff once you do?
Ah. I was in coastal South Carolina at that time. Hugo blew through in September 89, that following December, we had 18” in Myrtle Beach. With some drifts going up over buildings where the coast winds were strongest. Shut the town down. They had one snow plow that was to be used in a situation like that, but it was snowed in on the other end of the county. LOL!
I was so used to driving in it from my time in East Tn that I was motoring up and down the highway without so much as a slip. There were cars in the ditches right and left.
Gotta lighten the load for the long flight. XD
Love it! ❤️
What year was that? I was in Knoxville in 82-85 and I remember one winter that we got dumped on. I was going between the Farragut area and Highland Drive via I-40 in my little Honda Civic. There was one lane plowed by trucks with drifts that went up to my windows on either side. Would’ve much rather been a happy golden retriever romping in that snow than commuting back and forth in it. XD
I was just thinking that same sort of thing. My World and Welcome To It. I had forgotten about that show. Loved it when it aired. Also a fan of Thurber.
The instructor strikes me as the type that would use the last name, kind of like a DI might.
Just a wordy way, on my part, of saying that, in my opinion, one is distinctly different than the other. And I have smelled plenty of both in my day. O<|]:o)
(BTW, My elkhound did love to try and play tag with the skunks though. He was so proud of himself when he would come back to the house reeking of spray.)