Most guys are going out to see that damn movie today, so just shove yours out the door and go, “Have some popcorn. It’s on me.”
I spent four hours of my day shoveling snow out of my driveway and clearing the sidewalks, so those who are super happy about this storm can suck it.
“We have waged a war, or rather let a war be waged, against all of the animals we eat. This war is new and it has a name: factory farming.”
I do believe that’s an actual smile on that dog’s face. Exercise will do that for the mood.
I already have want I want this year, but that doesn’t ever stop me from window shopping. Especially to take my mind off of what I just wrote in this post.
Yesterday she took the Lord’s name in vain. In the proper context. That was a text I didn’t forward to my mother.
From the library of Heather B. Armstrong who will get to the book your publisher sent me, just give me a few years.
Coming to terms with the reality facing those of us who are parents of a generation that will not know life without the Internet.
If only those random strangers on Facebook could see THIS post. HOOOOOO!
Even a post about autumnal comfort gets derailed. It’s okay, though. I saw my therapist and she said it’s good that I don’t own any weapons.