They say we’ll have cautionary tales and anecdotes through winter.
How is it with you I’m good at chemistry?
Today in a row.
My refrigerator auditions for operettas.
At work . . . skipping stones.
Maybe death comes when God runs out of rodeos.
There’s chocolate in all directions. Follow the directions!
Most religions go like this: you live, you die, you move into a better neighborhood.
The universe is stuffed with moons, stars and some days, just vanilla cream-filling if you don’t eat the hard cookie parts.
In my favorite bookstore, they sell book-shaped mugs and book-shaped chocolates. And somewhere in the back, I could swear I’ve seen book-shaped books.