OK, what deity do I need to sacrifice what kind of animal to, to bring on spring and warm weather?
Asking for a friend.
Hum a happy song with your Happy Meal…
I think I’m gong to start doing this at home before I start doing it in restaurants.
Not the San Francisco treat
I talked with my cats, and they assure me that Mice-A-Roni is absolutely a thing, and they want me to buy them some.
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.
Sea Wolf
Sea wolf.
Sea wolf swim.
Swim, wolf, swim.
Photo of B.C. sea wolf honoured by National Geographic
A large pile of cat
Three of my five cats agree that this is a good day to huddle up together in a large pile of cat.
The definition of cleaning
Sometimes my definition of cleaning is restoring a scattered pile of stuff back to being an orderly pile, so the cats can knock it over again when I’m not looking.
A warm November night
A warm November night
and the dog and I
sit on the lawn
and watch the stars
beyond the clouds
Ice cream truck, late October
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.
The big light in the sky
The dog nudged my feet, waking me up.
“There’s a big light in the sky!” he said.
“That’s the moon,” I said.
“But part of it is gone!”
“That happens.”
“Let’s go outside to see it better!”
So we did.
(The dog didn’t exactly say that, verbatim. I’m doing some interpretation.)