Your Weekend Photoblog
I was about to title this post “The Case of the Purloined Pups” but then realized no one would get it until the end.
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
It didn’t happen if there are no pix
I was about to title this post “The Case of the Purloined Pups” but then realized no one would get it until the end.
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
I feel it’s my duty to point out that as a military veteran I’ve had a hell of a lot of shots and can remember only one time I ever had a reaction of any kind, and that was a bit of achiness and a slight fever after an anthrax vaccination, lasting less than a day.
I made one of my periodic treks to Pima Air and Space Museum this morning, wanting to see if anything’s changed. The answer: not much.
In my next life, I want to find someone who looks at me like Senator Krysten Sinema (D-AZ) looks at Republicans.
My favorite photos from our three days at the lake
I shouldn’t get ahead of events, but we’re trying to adopt a pair of female miniature dachshunds.
You see where this is going, right? Read the books, get the hat.