The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol
What does a police detective do after he retires? Who knows? It's a mystery.
My toaster died. Well, not "died" died. It has life in it. If you plug it in and turn it on it will power up. It's more like a bad case of dementia. More often than not it forgets to toast one side of the bread or just refuses to toast the sides equally with... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I look at Blue and wonder where he came from. The dog shelter said he was a stray, but couldn't tell us where he was picked up. They only had him for about a month or so when we adopted him and guessed his age at a year old. He was labeled as a... Continue Reading →
The other day, for reasons still unknown to me, I allowed my daughter Lauren to convince me that we needed a dog. We didn’t need a dog. Nobody “needs” a dog. But she had been crying about it for a while and one day we found ourselves driving by a local animal shelter and, under... Continue Reading →
