They woke up, and it was Saturday. The weather was much colder, so they slept in until 7:30 am. They usually got up at 5:30, so it felt marvelous. Although it was a weekend, they scampered as usual to do chores.
Neither of them drank alcohol, because there is no such thing as alkaline alcohol.
No alkaline alcohol,
No alkaline ethanol,
Nothing fermented is alkaline,
No matter how much salt one adds!
Alcohol alkaline no,
Ethanol alkaline no,
Alkaline is fermented nothing
Adds one salt much how matter no!
Ryan never wrote poetry. The most brilliant of scientists can write poetry, and perhaps a few lawyers can write poetry. But not many will admit to it. Except one lawyer in India Ali likes. But the lawyer is a young female lawyer who just passed her exams from school. She would rather write poetry than be a lawyer, but maybe she can do both!
After the breakfast, the dishes, the laundry, the bird food for outside, and the cat food for the garage were taken care of, they decide to do errands. Ali went to the post office and mailed songs she composed to publishers. Ryan went to the Home Depot to buy mulch, and then they both did Christmas shopping. They were visiting their parents for Thanksgiving, so they were bringing the wrapped gifts to give now. Ali wanted her Dad to open his gifts now. Life is short. She could mail something later. She was wrapping everything in comic strip paper from the newspaper. He needed simple things. New slippers, socks, underwear. It was nice being able to make enough to shower things her Dad needed onto him. Sometimes she mailed him some things just out of the blue because she was thinking about him, and what he did without to give her piano lessons.
She started working on what to give her mother-in-law for Christmas. She decided on her latest CD, and a pretty scarf.
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