What you get when you ask a pointed question
Ever have one of those dreams where you fork over $1 to enter a lottery for a house …and win? It sounds good–until you find that only 3 people entered it, you didn’t… Continue reading
Ever have one of those dreams where you fork over $1 to enter a lottery for a house …and win? It sounds good–until you find that only 3 people entered it, you didn’t… Continue reading
Ever have one of those dreams where you think you’re a dancer living in another country, they use whipped cream (fully clothed) when they’re dancing and you think you’re so great at it–only… Continue reading
I was in a school courtyard walking along a path with my dogs through the center of it. I arrived at the exit, walking toward my car with my oldest dog by my… Continue reading
A whiff of homemade apples covered in a light crust, the aroma of cinnamon and sugar with a hint of lemon–these are the memories of mom’s home cooking. Maybe in your dreams, but… Continue reading
Norco-induced imagined conversation (Note from mom–I never, never want to take that stuff again!!!! Unless I’m in unimaginable pain.) Vizsla mutt: Time to get out of the way. Mom is walking… Continue reading
FedUPS We don’t care how they do it on your planet Okay. No…NOT OKAY!!!! This is me in MELTDOWN!!! I don’t give a Dog Gammed chicken plucking crap about a stupid package!!!!! Leave… Continue reading
One person’s cute is another person’s stupid. Take, for example, the following picture: Do dogs think it’s cute to whine in your ear at 6 in the morning? Do cats think it’s stupid… Continue reading
Ever wake up after having exactly the same dream of massive destruction–twice in a row–feeling like you’ve run a marathon? This morning between 5 and 9 that particular form of double jeopardy was… Continue reading
Ever have one of those dreams where you’re standing at a table with Obama, Holder, and Obama junior yelling, “Mr. President, you have to stop killing this country! Now!” and that’s when you… Continue reading
Last night was rough. If it wasn’t the dog breathing in my face,or the pain radiating everywhere, it was the dream of being a small child hunted down by assassins. The crowd surrounding… Continue reading