Trick or Moo
Several years ago, I was sitting on the front steps when a tiny cow approached.
Several years ago, I was sitting on the front steps when a tiny cow approached.
Because if one thing screams “ARRRRRGH IMMA PIRATE!” it’s a bright white shirt with laces up the front and billowing sleeves.
Never let it be said that Sophie reflexively supported my singing and guitar playing.
I spent the next day avoiding the fridge with complex feelings of mingled guilt and fear.
My attitude towards spiders has significantly mellowed, but the bedroom is still off limits.
So I think I squandered my big birthday wish on the gorgeous weather. At the risk of jinxing it, it appears that spring may have FINALLY arrived to these parts,…
I am no stranger to being sneezed upon by dogs.