go to the gym hear music read scary books

I found the above phrase used in an online personal ad today. I think I need to meet this person. How does he know I’d hear music at my gym? Why does he insist I read scary books? It’s all a sweet, sweet mystery.

Reminds me of a cookie Stephen brought to me a few weeks ago: Hippo Vanilla Butter Sugar Cookie. There is just nothing wrong with those words strung together like sweet, sweet pearls!

Submitted grades this morning after spending a couple of hours grading exams. This summer semester is finally over. And I accepted two humanities classes for the autumn term in addition to my two government courses.

Tomorrow morning we leave for San Antonio to visit Sonia, whom I haven’t seen in four years.