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Yutha, you can't play. Shhh.
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16 comments:
Seaweed on the beach?
Easy one. It's a herd of two dimensional reindeer on the barren tundra.
It's the crusty top of a delicious chocolate dessert that you are eating in Surrey, where I am not. WAH!!!!!!
Is anyone going to have a birthday at Red Robin this year?
Oh! Oh! I know! I know!
Is it a spot where lightning hits the sand?
It looks like the road I drive on in Houston.
I don't know. I actually enlarged this to get a closer look. So what I see looks like sand or dirt. Not sure what the 'cracks' are. You've got me. Yutha? Tell me quick. Your sister's a sadist. She'll make me wait forever.
A crazed granite countertop?
I might have guess granite countertop or something Surrey-related as well, except that it's so obviously a Montreal road! Potholes everywhere!
(word verification thinks it's an absesse)
I think it's granite.
KDTR
See, Yutha. I knew she'd keep us hanging...
Yes Debby, welcome to my world...hey Pam, you back yet??
Just got back and......
Anne S. is the closest guess. It's a spot on the sidewalk where lightening hit. It turned the sand in the concrete to black glass. The lighting strike traveled about, oh, 50 feet or so, branching out like...branches.
Forgive me. I'm so tired. But I'm home! Don't know who is happier, husband or dog.
Dog. Although husband is pretty happy, he didn't do a frenzied happy dance when I walked in the door. I can always count on the Budster.
Welcome home. Me and Yutha, we wasn't muttering about you behind your back. No sirree-bob. Right Yutha?
Oh no, no Pam. Debby and I didn't say a word.
I have to say, though, that sidewalk was very cool. Can you imagine if you'd been nearby when that sucker it? Whoa.
Hit. Not sucker it. Hit. Doh.
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