I may build an ark soon and sail off down the Olentangy into the Scioto and onwards into the Ohio River.
These rains are once in a generation according to Al Roker.
It doesn’t do a great deal for my hairdo either but of course I’m not at all vain.
The naughty niece may die soon of the shaking sickness.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
I could be the one and only once again and totally rule the roost at the new ranch.
Maybe these storms aren’t so stinking after all!!
Blessing#2368-Wetter than Wet
Booming Banter 