It's that time of year. Pack your bags and leave your troubles behind. Maybe.
Happy Hump Day.
Wherever they are, she didn't want to come there.
One less seat in the back on the way home.
The ugliest service animal in the world.
Dyslexic horse riding.
When Ingmar Bergman designs your bathing suit.
George Orwell was right.
When statues don't wear underwear.
"I told you to pull over."
When your mother-in-law photo bombs you.
Is it me or are there two heads on one body?
Rosemary's Baby, age 11.
Dinner last night: Steak with pan roasted tomatoes in balsamic vinegar.
Friday, June 29, 2018
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