A portrait of fall

I know it’s not as cold as it is in Minnesota, CAROL. But winter is over a month away and this weather is bullshit.

Winter chores

If you need a place to hide a dead body, I’m sure I won’t be raking this giant sea of leaves for at least another week.

Dirty old man

Now this is just getting ridiculous and out of hand.

Someone has taken a liking to fall

Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if I had to insert a single modesty patch this summer.

For you occasional reassurance

He is very soon headed to the salon, and they really need to pay attention to his cuticles this time.

This one is ripe for some caption in white Helvetica

Very rarely do I use the flash on my camera, but there are certain instances when it is required.

Opera

“Chi son? Sono un poeta. Che cosa faccio? Scrivo. E come vivo? Vivo. In povertà mia lieta scialo da gran signore rime ed inni d’amore.”

PB and J

Yet another moment in a very necessary recurring series.

The napping house

Hey! Get off his lawn so that he can nap right in the middle of it.

That’s my guard dog

My alarm system is now a sign on my front door that says COCO LIVES HERE.