I told Charlie it looked like a floating brain. He could blow bungles or multiples.
I’d taken out the little bubble trumpet I bought at The Shadyside Variety Store. Made by Pustefix in Germany “Best bubble formulation” the liquid makes the best bubbles.
I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air They fly so high They reach the sky Then like my dreams they fade and die. Fortunes always hiding I’ve looked everywhere I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air
I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air They fly so high They reach the sky Then like my dreams they fade and die. Fortunes always hiding I’ve looked everywhere I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air
If you’ve followed for awhile you’ve seen this before. Reposted from Archives. Photographed in Croatian church in 2008. A blog post four years ago. I just think a good one for Silent Sunday.
Two hundred miles from home and then I exited the highway to get to Laura’s house. Had to drive by this armchair, stop at the red light- you con barely see the armchair It’s a bit fuzzy in the side view mirror.
There was no way to drive around a block and get it right!
