“Fly away,” sang little lark to the crow, “There is no home for you among the broken promises and empty hearts. We drew the life we never mourned, away with fading dark. Your wings are fashioned from the cold, mindless lies of feathers tarred with pitch!” ― Phen Weston
Sherlock Holmes and Watson are laying in their sleeping bags looking up at the midsummer sky. Sherlock turns to Watson and asks, “Watson, what do you see?” “Stars and the moon, dear Holmes,” he says. “What does it mean?” Sherlock asks. “Well,” says Watson. “It quite simply means that there are billions of gaseous balls burning millions of light years away.” “No, what does it MEAN?” Sherlock asks. “Well,” says Watson, “it means we are in the Northern Hemisphere based on the visible constellations.” “But what does that MEAN?” Asks Sherlock. “Well, astrologers would tell us we are under the sign of Leo, and the planets Jupiter and Saturn are almost in alignment.” “But WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??!!!” “My dear Holmes, I’ve given you three different answers. What more could you possible want to know?” “Watson, you blithering idiot. Someone has stolen our tent!”
Tip Of The Day!
Prevent your pot from boiling over by placing a wooden spoon across the top of it. Because wood is not a good material for conducting heat, the hot water strays away from the handle.
