Back in the early ’80s, things were innocent. I cherished my ribbon barrettes, my dog Princess, and my life-sized poster of The Hardy Boys. Sure, Parker was okay, but it was Shaun who stole my heart.
Taking sleuthing to ridiculously handsome heights.
And much like the ancient prophet Nostradamus, I predicted stuff, too.
I predict that one day I’ll shamelessly beg people to go visit another blog.
Uh oh!…I’m having another vision…I see you, dear reader, clicking on the link below and leaving comments and liking my new post on The Nudge Wink Report. Do it now! Don’t prove me a fraud!
P.S. I love you.
P.P.S. But not as much as The Hardy Boys, sorry.
P.P.P.S. Unless you click on my link above, then I love you more.
P.P.P.P.S. How long can I keep doing this?
P.P.P.P.P.S. I should probably stop now.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Hurry, go…
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