On A Friday

On Friday, this is a cold Friday morning, the air is fresh and mixed with winter marks. There are fresh oatmeal, bacon and scrambled egg. The smell entered my room. Though very early, I still woke up and decided to see what is being brewed in the kitchen. I got up from the bed and dragged the slippers to the origin of the scent. When I walked, I tripped over something, my hand broke my fall. I saw what is falling on me, and the dolphins were wearing huge armor.

Everyone knows that on Friday, November 9, 2013, I like Friday. I also like Wednesday. They know this. But this is Friday. On Friday, something new, unusual, funny, epic, and tweetable will always happen. Five weeks ago, the desk and table of the room were all emptied, a man with beard and big muscle helped Tai Chi, pondering the different cultures we read and help them to know their richness It was. . 3 Friday ago (It was actually Thursday because there was no class on Friday) Whitman was reading at the top of the school 's largest tree. While we drink tea, we write down the relationships with grass, stars and trees. Two Fridays were taught in the dark. The markers are shining in the dark, and we will discuss our ways to our audience and how to make our verbs smell. Today is Friday. They enter not their world but their world. This is also mine. I am very grateful. I am sitting on the ground

How did you forget about Friday yesterday? I was just watching the royal wedding and I thought I should send my Friday Funday post ... and I thought why the wedding was done on Friday ... they are usually Saturday Is not it on Sunday? Then I noticed today is Saturday. Yesterday was Friday. Many of these interesting things come from Facebook pages, and you can access them as long as you need something funny. My favorite is that one father is laughing, I am not grammar policeman, language crank Redux, punk humor, Punme mein valley, wrong hand, tickle my plainnybone and Tannuzzo copywriter