Utterly Epigrammatic Mutterings
He mumbles. It drives me bonkers. He knows it. I know he knows it. He knows I know he knows it. He knows it drives me bonkers. But he mumbles… Read more »
Tag: Morning
It’s all fun and games til someone pokes themselves in the chin.
After pouncing on my Smotch (who had previously been snarfling under the blankets) to wake him up, I meandered toward the master bath with every intention of jumping into the shower… Read more »
It’s like THIS between us, pretty much all the time.
THIS MORNING: There are, he pontificates, addressing the air around him, certain things Mrs Fever is allergic to. With a nod to the kitties, who are both staring up at… Read more »
Black Dog
It’s the slow stroke of midnight at 4:00am, The burn . . . . . The plea . . . . . . . . . . . . The… Read more »