When last we looked in on the life of Squeaker the cat, it was evident that he had been cat-napped by some unknown party, subjected to stitches at the vet, and returned to his home without any notice or explanation [more...]
I’ve spent the day doing nothing, aside from washing a load of dishes. It’s been a lazy end-of-the-holiday, just hanging out watching re-runs of Match Game ’74. I had scheduled a housewarming/open [more...]
Someone explain this to me: I am 36 years old, but no one ever guesses. I’ve spent my 30s looking like I was in my 20s. So why is it that in the last two weeks, I have sprouted a veritable garden of gray hairs [more...]
