BevLive: the soul of wit

Drove. Got diesel. Drove. Walked dogs. Got diesel. Drove. Drove. Drove. Ah the fun and glory of dog trialing.

Editor’s Note: I’m sure that Bev’s entry was meant as a parody of a passage from Mark Twain’s The Innocents Abroad, which reads as follows:

“Monday–Got up, washed, went to bed.
“Tuesday–Got up, washed, went to bed.
“Wednesday–Got up, washed, went to bed.
“Thursday–Got up, washed, went to bed.
“Friday–Got up, washed, went to bed.
“Next Friday–Got up, washed, went to bed.
“Friday fortnight–Got up, washed, went to bed.
“Following month–Got up, washed, went to bed.”

These clever ex-librarians!