Sometimes I hear unexpected sounds and then I realize, the cat walked on the clock radio at bedside.
I hope.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
Sometimes I hear unexpected sounds and then I realize, the cat walked on the clock radio at bedside.
I hope.
Anyone speaking longingly about “fairytale weddings” probably hasn’t read many fairytales.
Note to local car dealer:
In referring to your inventory in your radio ad, you might not want to say you have “a selection to die for.” That’s probably not the most favorable association for your product.
Iditarod scandal yet-to-come: when the winning team is discovered to have been made up of Winter-Olympics-athletes-turned-werehuskies.
“There’s no rule against it, because we didn’t think it was possible, “ one frustrated Iditarod official explained.
Another sports doping mystery: Who slipped the painkiller to the Iditarod dogs?
So far, the beginning of March looks much like the end of February. Where are the unicorns and rainbows? Not to mention the leprechauns.
Oh, wait. I just did mention the leprechauns.
Parent: “Just remember, there’s nothing there in the dark that isn’t there when the lights are on.”
Child: “That’s just what I’m afraid of!”
On the beach, I shouted, “It’s safe to come out! It’s National Sand Witch Day!”
“#NationalSandwichDay,” she said from behind the dune. “Not the same thing.”
Werewolf alert. Which is an alert TO werewolves, and an alert for others ABOUT werewolves. Don’t let your Supermoon gazing distract you to the point that you do not hear the stealthy approach of a werewolf.
I wasn’t worried when my neighbors started their massive bonfire. But now they’re shooting off fireworks, and I’d just as soon the evil spirits they’re obviously trying to scare away don’t come this way.