The day will come when you wonder if your dog can read your mind. This is normal. And yes, he can.
I know only eleven months until Christmas. I’m on it! Don’t stress me! I’ve got 2 ponies and a bubble machine at my neighbor’s house, right now, though I’m thinking about giving the dog his ponies early.
At 3am, Eugenia backs away from her open refrigerator, hoping she isn’t followed. Actually, she hopes she doesn’t live here.
“Did you believe I was really a garden?”
I learned this when I was a child. It’s stuck with me all these years. So when I went to build my house – gingerbread and gumdrops.
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I go for jury duty.
Just after an email has been sent appears to be the most opportune moment in which to write it.
While purchasing a polyester pantsuit at the mall, Eugenia is alarmed that she may be in the line for God Awful Old.
I’m No One. It’s a lot like being Anyone, as in, “That job – give it to Anyone.” “But No One wants it.” “Okay.” So there’s job security.
Never a worry of skeletons in the closet after I’m gone. The cat has taken a vow of silence.