I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
How’s this for weird weather: right now, it is raining in my backyard. It is not raining in my front yard. What’s more, there is no rain cloud over my house, just fluffy clouds here and there downrange. I [more...]
I don’t know about you, but I take clean water for granted — extra long showers, brushing my teeth, watering the lawn and flowers, drinking a nice big glass with ice. I even waste it doing things like hosing [more...]
At exactly this time — well, 3 hours ago on the east coast, actually — thirty-nine years ago, I was born. As my aunt Susie so kindly pointed out in a birthday card, in 1966: A new car cost $2,653 The [more...]
