Earlier today, just after my constitutional and immediately prior to another uninspiring breakfast,
Did you know it’s not unusual for dogs to take on the physical characteristics of their owners?
It’s Friday. Where the heck is Freddy? And what does he do when you’re away?
The sock it offends me, and so it must go.
It happened again. Not as bad as last time, but bad enough to remind me of the first time.
It occurs to me, on this day of unbridled commerce, that just because a thing is inexpensive, doesn’t necessarily mean it should be purchased.
I try not to judge. I try not to look too closely at the proclivities of other species and cast aspersions.
“If you don’t mind me asking, where the hell do you think you’re going?”
I wanted to share with you this photo my husband snapped of me as we entered the Labor & Delivery floor at our local hospital on Labor Day.
“Stairs,” Valkyrie said, disappointed. “Not just ordinary stairs,” Skulduggery told her
Dear Freddy, Your Biped has been surprisingly quiet about the controversy
Until this morning, I was under the impression that everyday was National Dog Day
I’m on my way.
June 17th, 2016. Mark the date, for on this day I’m making a resolution.
It’s National Donut Day. I had no idea bipeds at large celebrated such an occasion