Well, if I can’t spend my Christmas with the guy I love, I can just bake more to take his place.

I would have made them anatomically correct, but a 4-year-old is coming over tomorrow to help decorate them.
Well, if I can’t spend my Christmas with the guy I love, I can just bake more to take his place.

I would have made them anatomically correct, but a 4-year-old is coming over tomorrow to help decorate them.
How ridiculous is this: my entire office, and me in particular, are excited year after year when our insurance company sends us a metal canister of three different flavors of popcorn (amusingly named “Three [more...]
Super Pal Sara Hickman, a wonderful artist, singer, songwriter, and angel, has decided to jump into the world of the blogger – and judging from her first post, she’ll be as great an asset to blogs as she is [more...]
Sobriety, laudable in many respects, does imply rigidity of thought. The best presidents were open-minded, and generally open to a drink. The nondrinkers, at least over the last century or so, were terrible presidents.