An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Butt. Kicked.

I’M ALIVE! ALIVE! I was doubtful that I was going to be able to say that yesterday afternoon after watching Marlo alone for four straight days, and then last night… oh god. I wouldn’t describe what I did as sobbing because that word doesn’t pack…

October 11, 2010

Constellation City

This is an original ink pen drawing that I bought from the Sometimes I Swirl Etsy shop. I was searching for black and white art and had the good fortune of stumbling on her shop. The whimsy in this print fits the the mood of…

An explanation, perhaps

Ringworm: unlike her sister, Bobo enjoys playing in the dirt. And mud. And what is that over there? A precipice? Overlooking an ocean of feces? She calls shotgun!