The temperature is climbing already this morning, in a hurry to reach its high. Smotch is outside being a Good Steward Of The Land, and I am… Not. I sit… Read more »
…The Mister and I got our taxes done for Valentine’s Day. After all, is there any better occasion to get royally screwed? 😛
A valet parking attendant was reminded by his boss to pronounce Deborah Kerr’s name properly when he announced over the public address system that her car had arrived.
I can quote Shakespeare at you, or you at me, but relevance and regurgitation are not the same thing. Besides…
Why aren’t you rolling again? Because I got a full house. You are a full house. Brick house, hon. Brick. House. She’s a brick… Howse… So… Brick… House? Yes, except… Read more »
I never in a million years thought three inches could satisfy me.