I still love it, no reason to pain oneself over such things. Look on the bright side, I can now see what the fossil looks like from the inside. Who would break their ammonite open to look at the inside of it?
I have lots of petrified wood: But I'm totally jealous of my brother who has whole petrified tree stumps on his property.
That's nice, truly. I prefer ball-points myself, but a pen collection is a pen collection. Wait, do I see a ball-point in the background there? Along side a companion fountain tip?
I tried to learn to write calligraphy but just couldn't ever do it. Nowadays schools are getting rid of cursive. Soon there won't be any writing classes, just typing.
Well, it so organized and she knows exactly how each and every piece is placed. The main character walks around her house while the antagonist is gone. He picked up a figurine from the fireplace mantle, looks it over and places it back where he got it. But, he placed it facing the wrong direction, so she knew he was out of bed.
Definitely not like my house. I can't find the thing I just set down and has to be within reach because I haven't gotten up. It's like looking for Waldo.
I haven't looked at an issue of Highlights in decades. You must be a nurse in a private practice with a waiting room.
I get free magazines because my home office shows up as a clinic in the business directories. But occupational infectious disease suggests it's not a pediatric practice so no Highlights. Some company call "Subscription Services" sends free copies of Time, People, Nat Geo, Rolling Stone, Sports Illustrated, Parent and Child, Family Circle, Redbook, Golf, and probably some I've forgotten. I get several on a regular basis, with different ones starting and stopping for months at a time. Most of the work I do is at other people's worksites, and for the dental patients who need blood drawn, I make house calls.
