Flattery in a Moment of Panic
I don’t intend to enlist chuckles at this point, though I am writing about boobs; my own, none-the-less.
I don’t intend to enlist chuckles at this point, though I am writing about boobs; my own, none-the-less.
I grew up listening to my Granddaddy’s stories about his father’s sheep company in central Wyoming.
This blog, it somehow becomes a laughing-matter once I get my pen involved.