Rants, Raves and Recipes from the Edge of Sanity
Ahh yes, every time I try braille I'm called an octopus or worse.
Buried on the back page.
I have been known to go to the last chapter to see how it ends.....
well, at least that one won't end up in the bottom of the birdcage.... vaquero viejo
I want to read below the fold.
I'd pay to have that delivered daily!
Now I know what they mean when they say "You have a nose for the news".
I'm pretty sure that is already in Braille.
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