There are no strangers in #Glasgow
Not saying it’s been cold here, but the brass monkeys have been begging for welders…
Not saying it’s been cold here, but the brass monkeys have been begging for welders…
One of the things that we had to learn when we moved to the UK was the British-Wave. Americans know the proper way to drive is to get there ahead of everyone else at all costs. If you let them cut in front of you, they will own your manhood and, probably, your car and wife as well. So you expect Americans driving in the UK to not only back-the-f-up when facing another driver, but actually smile and wave? That’s like expecting the Queen to put on a bikini and serve ice-cream to paparazzi. It’s both physically possible and virtually inconceivable.
Bright and early this morning, my husband took the dog out for a Christmas morning constitutional. Since it’s Scotland, that means …
“Does she have more feets?” Jeremy, our vet, and I both looked at my dog. “No?” I was pretty sure …
In Norman Rockwell’s Thanksgiving, Mom brings out the turkey, while Dad stands by proudly ready to carve the bird. Family …
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