The Electrician finds it entertaining to shop with me because I have an odd seventh sense about prices and deals. Somehow, I just get a tingling about where to go when I need to buy a particular item. For example, when I bought the dollhouse, I envisioned an ivory leather sectional in my livingroom. The…
Category: Meandering to the Beat of My Own Cowbell
Proud of Myself
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…
Blue Speckled Pup 