A warm (39ºF), foggy, North Star State morning greeted me today as I stepped out on to the porch. I can linger a bit, and savor the warmth of my (china, not stoneware) mug of Kona blend coffee (I purchased a whole 1# bag, so I will have it for a while—good stuff, Maynard!).
I spent the day yesterday knocking about with that old, retired Army sergeant-major, Carl—he’s a hoot to hang with! But some of what we experienced will constitute a whole post for another day (this is called a “teaser”—“story at 11”).
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO “REALTOR®” TERESA’S FACE?
50%, or more, of her face is missing! It’s gone!
I know we’ve kept close track of all our renegade ploughshares, so that’s not the problem.
Was she imitating Kristal Kraft? Maybe—imitation IS the sincerest form of flattery.
Or—could it be something more ominous—a sneaky virus that is beginning to infect AR, beginning with kk, and now has spread to “R®” Teresa?
Naw—that can’t be it!
Can it? NOOOOOO!!!