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…
Category: Meandering to the Beat of My Own Cowbell
Shoe Thief
I steal The Electrician’s shoes all the time. It’s his fault because he leaves them here, one ginormous pair at the back door. I think they originally showed up for him to wear while he’s helping me renovate my bathroom, so he doesn’t ruin his “good” black Vans. The Electrician’s shoes rule the back porch….
Blue Speckled Pup 