A Fatal Ride
Hit & run? Hey, it’s Tucson. Do you even have to ask? They got the bastard, at least.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Hit & run? Hey, it’s Tucson. Do you even have to ask? They got the bastard, at least.
Fifteen years today. That’s a milestone, isn’t it?
Stepstools and ladders and stairs, oh my.
As always, happy to be home, sorry we don’t live closer to both our kids … but really, 400 miles isn’t that far and as far as that goes we’re more fortunate than most families.
Here’s to you, Patches, my old friend!
I purposely avoid saying “World War III” because it strikes me as racist; as if only wars fought by white First-Worlders can rise to the level of a world war.
When we walk, Fritzi and Lulu bark at anything and everything.
Looking through the Paul’s Thing archives this morning I found this, a post from February 2009, when the “25 Random Things About Myself” meme was all over Facebook. My answers were anything but random, but they were honest … and they’re all still true. I’ve actually lost sleep worrying about one of my middle names. […]