He barely survived the rinse cycle but, wow, does he smell good now.
The weather pattern that just keeps on giving. (Sorry, Carol!)
It’s just the beginning of spring wardrobe weather and Chuck just can’t stop talking about it.
Coco herds sheep in the valley. THAT valley.
Another loss for a friend who has already had to endure too much.
I was up all night with Marlo and even though every part of me wants to be grumpy I simply cannot.
Who needs game consoles and tablets and iPhones when there are free imaginations?
Today the backyard is no longer white and Chuck’s heart is no longer black.
I should know better than to invite the Universe to screw with us through weather, but it’s worth it for the look on Chuck’s face.
A welcome solution to an ongoing, at times infuriating problem. Not, not “at times.” ALL THE TIMES.