I can live with the shame. But not licking myself for two weeks is a lot to ask. Freddy Mike’s Facebook Page
Another Friday, and no Freddy.
It’s Friday, and still no Freddy.
I lost an old friend today. Her name was Molly
Enough already. It’s been a month since we’ve heard from you.
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