“The puking was Incessant,” does make for an unappealing lead into a Christmas tale…
Words, to make music
I don’t intend to enlist chuckles at this point, though I am writing about boobs; my own, none-the-less.
I hope that he gets hunger. because next year he’ll beg me to come and cook at Elk camp.
Had I known the snows would be falling soon, I’m not so sure I would have gone through with the adoption. But…
Have a great weekend!
Dashed were my hopes of a new pup!