This is one of those situations where I want to jump up and do something, but have to be patient instead.
If asked, I’d say Donna and I would rather cook with gas.
The holiday hump is here … and it’s not the only one.
Mr. B, our 14-year-old dachshund, is recovering from extensive dental surgery.
Donna and I celebrated our 57th wedding anniversary yesterday with gifts, a matinee, and dinner out.
TIL (today I learned) that a tube of flavored Chapstick, placed in a drawer ten years ago and then forgotten, goes rancid.
Itazuke Tower, this is Air Force 801.
Job number one is to clear your flight path and not hit shit.