Wherein I explain the different feelings you have toward children and dogs.
Leta’s favorite holiday. Wait. No. Christmas is her favorite holiday. And then her birthday. And then Marlo’s birthday. WHY AM I MAKING HER CHOOSE.
It’s not so much “stretching the truth” as it is “snapping the truth in half and setting it on fire.”
Yes, another image of the fall foliage. And some mountains. And a road. There’s a cloud, too.
Oh, do you look like an idiot, Chuck? Yeah? Well you should have thought about that before being a total jerk.
From the thesaurus app: consolation, comfort, solace, freedom, liberation, deliverance, release.
Walks with the dogs in autumn look like this. It’ll do, I guess.
I chose that title just to torture those of use who grew up singing Mormon primary songs. Good luck getting that one of of your brain!
Marlo is inheriting all of Leta’s pink flannel pajamas. The ones she wore *last* winter.
What? I know I wear my pink tutu whenever I’m raking leaves.