The White House recently installed an 80 ft flagpole on the white house lawn, and here it is. All I can think about is: FOMO, for I wish I had sold it.
Why do hospitals advertise for more patients when they can’t even take care of the ones they already have due to chronic understaffing and a shortage of available beds?
Sitting in the garth after church, snacking and visiting with a fellow parishioner across the table, I suddenly felt a little bump. My friend pointed to my lap and said, “Your grandbaby just face-planted into his pickle.”
Generally speaking, I’m not a depressed person. But this past week? All the rain we had in Arkansas got me feeling “under the weather” and downright gloomy.
Will I ever outgrow sticking my foot in my mouth? The answer is No.