Whatever you want. Anything at all.
1. My father has
2. A while back, my father gave me a stack of ads he wanted me to place on Craigs List, to spread the word about the
(Insert the sounds made by a daughter huffing and puffing because of all the guilt she's carrying around.)
3a. Speaking of laying on the guilt, Chesapeake Bay Son really needs to help me with this technical stuff!
(Insert sounds made by a son huffing and puffing because he's the only one in the family who understands anything at all about post-1930 technology. And most everything else.)
3b. Two weeks from tonight I'll be in Richmond hanging out with my favorite blogger of all time, BOSSY.
3c. While rifling through all the neglected advertisements my father wants me to put on Craigs List, I discovered several pages of blog posts written by the very funny Chesapeake Bay Daughter, about a year ago. Can't wait to share some of her words.
3d. But first, there's a 1970 WV Karman Ghia, one-owner car, that needs to be sold. Anyone?
3e. In addition to VWs there's a 1951 Ford 4-door sedan with "extra motor and transmission , 3-speed with overdrive" for sale. This was the very first
Now it's your turn to share three things. Or seven things. Whatever, you want, anything at all. Including things which are causing you some degree of guilt. For example.