No snowball in an avalanche feels responsible.
He's not the pupper Little Rock deserves. He's the pupper we need right now.
So we'll pet him.
Because he can take it.
Ugh Jesus why yecccch
Sometimes I hang things on the whimsical hooks we bought for the kids' backpacks and they don't look quiiiiiite so whimsical anymore.
...Ducky with the good hair
Iconography for my new religion is coming along nicely
I believe she could make it real.
Enjoy this new poem from me, it is topical
10 minutes into scritches and chill and he gives u this look
Mugsy, everybody. Everybody, Mugsy.
I'm yah host, Nahm
It's taken most of four decades, but my handyman skills are finally such that I will not shame the name of my father when he is gone from this earth.
Gone probably because of a power tool mishap. Still.
Spotted at the liberry.
I have never in my life seen a writer describe this sensation that I used to feel almost weekly and still occasionally bump up against. There's a fluttering in the chest, a mild pressure in the eyes. You become aware of the full range of your peripheral vision. And you're dead certain something very important is about to be revealed.
Damned if you know what, though.
I believe she's settled in.