Been so busy lately, as usual. And I’ve built up a few things I’d like to tell you about. The problem is, when I do have a free moment, which story do I tell?
Should I tell you about another strange scene I saw in a crosswalk while driving home?
Should I tell you about the inferno I put out saving my family and my house? (Granted, this one is not nearly as dramatic as that sentence makes it seem.)
Should I tell you about the mystery tortoise who showed up on my patio on Thursday?
Should I tell you about the sharks I saw while surfing last Friday? (Yes, that is correct – plural. Sharks.)