Garbage In, Garbage Out
Putting out the garbage first thing in the morning once a week is just an extra step in my morning chores. So far it’s working: today there’s garbage all up and down the street, but none of it’s ours.
Phoning It In
And those phone calls? Mostly from Donna, little tugs on my electronic leash.
Tasty Kibble
Yes, that is a Betty Ford Rehab Hash T-shirt (he said, bursting with grandfatherly pride).
Jammin’
I thought we could all use a break from the news today, so no hot takes. Hope you don’t mind!
Yeah, Dad Gave Me a .22 Rifle When I Turned 13, Too. So?
If you’re hoping somebody in authority is finally going to do something, you’ve been watching too many West Wing reruns.
Birthday Blitz Bliss
By the time I clicked back to the library checkout page, the downloading issue had resolved and the book’s now on my Kindle, ready for a leisurely yet obsessive read. Happy happy!
An Ugly Business
It’s an ugly business, being president of an HOA, but hey, I volunteered for the job.
Dog Days
The good news: the vet says Mister B has nearly kicked Valley Fever.