The dog asked me to take her to the park last night. It was cold. It was dark. It was late at night. I did not want to run the dog; I didn’t! She had that face on, though. If you’ve ever loved a dog, you know the face I’m talking about….
Axe Murderers Don’t Wear PlaidTaken March 21, 2009 with Canon PowerShot A550 I know this post is so late that it’s near unforgivable. Here I am at last, though, having killed Photoshop and reanimated it so that I can use it again. Our Detroit trip shrunk a little… thankfully. My sad attempt at “pre-planning” failed […]
Trojan MooseTaken July 7, 2008 with Canon PowerShot A550 Yeah, yeah, I know I said I *hate* these things not two posts ago, but…The Best Memes in Life Are Stolen. Elle said that, so it must be true. Stole this from Elle, who stole it from Angelika, who stole it from Why Are You Stalking […]
Bright RawTaken March 16, 2008 with Canon PowerShot A550 I’m not kidding, either. My days are like this: get up, eat, shower, dress, eat again, pack a lunch, cross the street to work, where I suck back 8 to 10 cups of coffee, eat one lunch, buy another, eat everybody else’s leftovers, dance in the […]
Tattered and worn is how Ky and I both feel about now. Our move of residence is imminent. As in, Today. I hate moving. I wanted to space it all out over a period of a couple of weeks, and the plan was working for awhile, even. The J.O.B., though, has me worn out. When […]
Of course, my Dad found out. He always found out everything I was up to, and he always gave me a chance to own up to it, relating the dirty deed to me in a manner designed to make me believe he really didn’t know who had done it. You know, in case I wanted […]
The Waitress, the Whiskey & the HandcuffsPart 1 of The Ruby Chronicles Ruby Daniel is a 30-something widow trying to get by in a small backwoods Northern town in the 1950’s. Her chicken farm is failing, and she takes a weekend job as a barmaid at an illegal drinking establishment run by a crooked police […]
I have been forcibly “de-funkified”. I really should thank Carol for doing it with her nasty comments (and even nastier private emails), but I’m not quite ready to do that, because, truthfully, I don’t think I’m quite ready to be “de-funkified” at all. But she’s right. Wallowing in it, publicly or privately, only makes things […]