I’m not sure what’s wrong with people these days. No-one has manners anymore. At least it seems that way sometimes.
A prime example just reared its ugly head this past weekend. I walk out of my house to the smells of something incredibly yummy wafting on the breeze – and it’s obvious someone nearby is cooking out. Do they not know the well-worn adage we all learned as small children: No food allowed unless you have enough to share with everyone?
If you’re going to torture the neighborhood with delectable aromas, the least you can do is make enough for everyone. I mean, really. Didn’t their mothers teach them anything?
Merry Christmas from my little family to yours! I hope the holiday (and every day to come) sees you all happy, healthy, and loved. May the New Year shine a warm, caring light on us all — human and animal alike.
Artwork by the incomparable Elizabeth Goodrick-Dillon
Sometimes laps exist solely to prop up a friend in need of a late morning snooze on a lazy Saturday.
Not to be vain or anything, but I’m that friend you want around should we ever have a zombie apocalypse or a Purge situation. Oh, not because I’m great with a crossbow or even a shotgun, but rather because should I ever at some point in time ever have to run for my life, I can guarantee you, I’m not gonna make it. I’d certainly buy you those few extra minutes you might need to make it to safety. So, yeah. You definitely want me on your team.
WHY NO, NO I AM NOT.
That must be one interesting music video.