It must be spring: the ice cream truck just rolled slowly down my street, playing that horrid tinny music, prompting every child and woman within earshot to rush out the front door, pocket change in hand. Mr. Good Humour doesn’t need abs of steel, perfect teeth, or glossy hair to attract women. He gets by…
Category: Delights!
What’s the Plan, Stan?
That phrase would be so much more effective if I actually knew someone named Stan. I’ve had quite a few questions lately about my goals with the site re-vamp and mad flurry of activity here on my little blog. True, I’m writing enough right now that the wind created by my rapidly typing fingers could…
Blue Speckled Pup 