As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint. ~Jack Handy~
This Christmas, may your troubles be little, your blessings plenty, may nothing but happiness knock your door down, and unhappiness, if any, leave through the windows. -Rosie Cash ............................ Rose (((~_~)))
