Aug 26
I’ll give you an example: Laundry. I turn the water on and pour the detergent in. Then I give it a few minutes to fill, so I can swish it around and mix it up. Is that necessary? I don’t know. But it’s what I do. The swishy is pretty much the only part I enjoy. I will swish. Meanwhile… continue reading…
Aug 22
I have been called plenty of names in my life. And some of them were even nice. I was recently called a Versatile Blogger by thesinglecell, who is a smart, talented, funny, insightful and all around wonderful human being. And I really, truly, honestly mean that, from the depths of my bloggy little heart. continue reading…
Go Looking For It
People always heap scorn on the dim-witted but beautiful and busty blonde who walks up the stairs when she hears something go bump in the night. She’s cautious. She’s got her peepers (eyes, dirt-brain) popped and her head is tilted just so (better to hear you with, my dear). And up she goes.
Now, we all know she’s walking right into the arms of death, so we tell her to “stop, stupid! He’s gonna git you.” Of course she never listens. continue reading…
Jun 11
Sometime during the last six months or so, I started going outside with Louis when I let him out at night. I’ve been doing this because:
I’ve lived here for 13+ years and Louis has lived here for 8+ years. Nothing’s ever gotten him yet, but that doesn’t mean it can’t ever happen. For the past year or so, my parents have pretty consistently shared their concerns that an owl is going to swoop down out of the sky, snatch up their little Grand-Doggy and eat him up. “He’s a little dog. An owl will grab up a little dog before you know it.” continue reading
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