My rural Missoui denizens are in for a good tongue-lashing. Despite a trip to town this morning, nobody did anything remarkable.
I tried my best to lure that motorcycle dude onto my gravel road. He had just passed the Fed Ex truck that was behind me, and cruised right up to my bumper in an effort to enter my blind spot. But he refused to follow me. Thus refusing to be force-fed several truckloads of dust that has a habit of kicking up from my wide back tires. Especially when I sweave from side to side.
5 comments:
You SWEAVE?? Wow! I thought I was the only one who SWEAVES! LOL
I am jealous that you have days when nothing happens!! What are those like? I want to know!
labbie,
My husband is a 32nd degree Master Sweaver. So I was taught by a pro. The days when nothing happens are as peaceful as a baby's sigh, according to Ms. Dolly Parton. In her Tennessee mountain home. I suppose the feeling can cross state lines into Missouri.
I had to learn sweaving on my own! No wonder you are so good! LOL
A baby's sigh huh? Hmmmm...could use a couple of those...sigh sigh sigh.
Of course, your peaceful days are about at an end aren't they?
Is the past tense of sweave swove?
labbie,
Let's not go there. My head is still in the sand.
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Kathy,
Sure. Or sworved. Either usage is correct.
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