A few blocks from the dollhouse, there’s a spooky old place and its occupant that never fail to rattle me a little when I walk past. Even in the daylight, the house gives me the creeps, but at night I’m often notably startled by the guy who lives there. Seriously, the passing drivers who can’t…
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I’m So Stinkin’ Domestic
It’s Saturday night, and I feel like a 50’s housewife. Wait. If I were a 50’s housewife, I’d be sipping a gin and tonic and wearing a frilly apron. Chances are I’d also have a pair of patent leather pumps on while I clacked around the kitchen in my A-line skirt. Scratch that. I’m wearing…
Blue Speckled Pup 