Friday, December 07, 2007
Word to my T.mom who is now a doctor and she owes it all to this doode, Henry Stommel. Okay, not really, but alot of his ideas made her more curious than a basset hound who is wondering where his roasted acorn squash is.
I am not due for any shots right now, but can she administer them if need be?
Am I supposed to call her something else?
Will she be too busy to take me for a walk?
Oh the ponderables.
ernest who could be doctoring up some squash now