Purple felt-tip pen

Somewhere in my house is the other half of a purple felt-tip pen. Nothing as simple as I have the cap and not the body, or vice versa. No, this one was broken in half. I am looking for a suspect with purple teeth or purple paws. He should be considered armed and colorful.

I know exactly where to find the other half of my broken purple felt-tip pen, if I think about it a little bit. Where would be the worst possible place to have a massive purple stain? Start looking there.

It’s Alive!

Yes, it is.

(This is the day I launched the web site, and this was the first post. There are other, earlier posts posted here that I’ve given the day they were created in other places such as Facebook or a Twitter.)

 

Over and over

OK, this is just a little one, but as a writer, I pay attention to these things.

Radio news at noon: “There’s talk about getting rid of Secretary of State Rex Tillerson again.”

Uh… no. They’re not talking about getting rid of him again. They haven’t gotten rid of him the first time. They’re talking again about getting rid of him.

Ice cream truck, late October

Random the dog, looking longingly at a passing ice cream truck

‪I hear the distant music of an ice cream truck…‬

Picture is of my dog on a similar day a few years ago wondering why the ice cream truck was not stopping for him.

They probably noticed he didn’t have his wallet.