Last weekend, a big snow storm. This morning: a thunderstorm in February.
That maniacal supervillian has obviously cranked up his weather modification machine. Someone save us! Tom Ridge, where are you?!
Last weekend, a big snow storm. This morning: a thunderstorm in February.
That maniacal supervillian has obviously cranked up his weather modification machine. Someone save us! Tom Ridge, where are you?!
When I got home today, I immediately noticed that my cat Squeaker was injured — there was shaved spot on his head and he’d been stitched up. I went next door to Danielle, who was checking in on the cats, to [more...]
“There’s no justification whatsoever for his murder.”
One of the glorious things about living in California (versus DC) is the weather — warm, sunny, dry, with low humidity. But with that comes fire. Last year, fire marched up the hill where my friends lived [more...]
