And she continued: “Perish this thought, but I felt imperiled last night, so I disappeared to that place where, hoping we might coappear, they serve pearlescent spearmint spearfish. But instead I was cored.”
My city carrier picks up my mail even when I receive none. She drives her truck from area to area and then makes her rounds on foot. I have no flag, and my box is on my front porch.
I have seen many areas exactly as is pictured, right in the town where I live – and elsewhere, all over in fact.
It shocks me that no one so far has complimented Burl, and especially Joy, on their chic attire. So I will be the first, of I am sure hordes, to do so:
“You guys look just fabulous! Joy, you should be a model – for Wŏlch’s Classic (No, I’m NOT Pregnant!) Jelly. And Burl, you watch out when you pass that casket, because you look so rakishly bighearted and handsome that she just may just jump right out of that box and hump you!”
And she continued: “Perish this thought, but I felt imperiled last night, so I disappeared to that place where, hoping we might coappear, they serve pearlescent spearmint spearfish. But instead I was cored.”