If you, like me, have a bottle of Aftershock that has been sitting on the shelf for 7 or 8 years, do not suddenly have 3 shots of it and assume that you’ll be fine in the morning.
Trust me.
If you, like me, have a bottle of Aftershock that has been sitting on the shelf for 7 or 8 years, do not suddenly have 3 shots of it and assume that you’ll be fine in the morning.
Trust me.
As I contemplate traveling back to chilly Washington, DC this week, looking for my gloves and deciding which sweaters to unpack, I am reminded that there are worse places to be. Like, oh, Alaska. Where the sun is now [more...]
Why, when I get home, does Squeaker sat and stare at me for at least half an hour? Is he wondering who I am? Or is he trying to freak me out?
Maybe he is the one responsible for the clock radio shenanigans.
