Angela and I have discussed, on more than one occasion since this blog-every-day pact of ours, that Friday is the hardest one to muster. Folks, we're tired. We've had a long week. The ever-springing spring done been sprung out. (See?)
So, on occasions like this one, I think I will arbitrarily choose and post a photograph. They tell the stories for me, you dig? Evie's off the hook. Or maybe you, dear reader, will just have to make up your own tale...
Peace out.
