And the cell seems to be just sitting over this town and moistening it. Wish it were the same at home.
My dear old friend Jenny and I were discussing homemade things tonight, and she mentioned making Vanilla extract; I haven’t, myself, but I remember the Watkins man, who came in a horse drawn wagon and dispensed vanilla extract. He was also where Gramps bought Bag Balm. The watkins man later switched to a white suburban with no side windows in the back. I remember they sold a lot of animal stuff for the farm too, I remember the old man making me take the dilators out of the cows teats before milking and boiling them and sticking them in the bag balm.
Gonna hit the hay, and play Angry Birds till I fall asleep. Meanwhile, here is the actual list of words that end in gry.