I am in here.
The dog is outside, barking at the deer, and at nothing in particular. She’s afraid of the deer; if they come too close, she won’t bark at all. She has a good memory for other animals. One morning, a year or so ago, she ran outside in the morning to find a raccoon snacking on … Continue reading nighttime
… and filed away here for future use. Now I have to go shoot those Bambis that have been eating all my hostas the past few years. From ProfessorBainbridge.com: With apologies to Stephen Green…a Friday Recipe Sometimes you pick the wine to go with the food you’ve chosen, but sometimes you pick a meal to … Continue reading found via VodkaPundit
I am starting to find amusing the slow progress of the mail truck two streets away, seen through bare trees. This is a little too zen for me, but I must stay here and await the arrival of Food. Yes, I am quite capable of going to Food myself, were my shoulders, biceps and triceps … Continue reading mail trucks
29 December 2003 | In Passing… “He stole your blowdryer?” “Yeah.” “Before or after you broke up?” –Two women talking in the bakery section at Whole Foods.
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