the county sherrif wears pink pyjamas
There is a rumour that glamour and colour ought to lose their u's. I try to avoid such rumours wherever and whenever possible, as they infringe upon my good senses. Well, my senses, anyhow.
Nitrogen as the leading element of our atmosphere is not talked about particularly often. I wonder if she feels neglected. It is too bad I do not have a wrist watch that can convert carbon dioxide into a mostly nitrogen with small amount of oxygen mix. If I could create such a wrist watch by the million, I would give them away.
Walking on a tight rope is a lot harder than walking on a loose rope that is so loose that it drags along the floor. You might as well say you're walking on the floor. If walking on a tight rope that is on the floor is pretty much the same as walking on a loose rope on the floor, could walking on the floor be the same as walking on a tight rope that is on the floor? If it is, then we're all always walking on tight ropes. Or so it seems.
It is coming time to start using blankets as the weather is changing.
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Straight away I envisioned a male sheriff in pink pj's yet there is nothing to say that a sheriff can't be female I expect. I don't know because we don't have counties or sherrifs.
I'm considering changing my doona to a summer weight one. It's going to be 30c today which is pretty warm for spring. Nights are still cool which is a blessing.
In Quebec we don't have counties either, nor do we have sherrifs.
Here it is reaching 20C today which is pretty warm for fall, the nights are quite cool (4C), which is just fine.
I've seen a meeting of sheriffs in my state. They all have bellies that are worthy of their own names, and formal introductions.
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