The last three days have been a clumsy stumble through my thoughts and over my feet, and suddenly I’m gripped with almost paralyzing fear. I expected to feel profound sadness, but I didn’t know I’d get this scared. Fear over absolutely nothing and then everything all at once. It’s like a scene in a movie [...]
Would you look at that dumb dog back there contributing nothing to this trick other than the beautiful markings on her face. Chuck has to pull the weight for both of them, poor guy. He’s going to need her help when I try to balance the fridge between his eyes.
You can see that the untidy WTF hair is a bit of a family trait. Don’t worry, Marlo. At least we’re all pretty decent spellers!