In another of my strange little worlds, Wife has these three in her head who are simultaneously separate of her, and who ARE her. Read along as they witness the majesty of […]
The Emotional Turducken.
Because boobs.
Honey: (knocking on the door) Hello? Are you in there? Hey Conscience! Listen, I was just wondering – Conscience: (in a high-pitched sing-songy voice) Nobody home! Honey: (annoyed) You’re clearly home, I just […]
love shows up.
For the dead letter office… It’s late. The clacking of a tree limb against the bedroom window would have woken you had you not already been awake. As you lie there, you […]
I need you to do the hard work.
I was watching a link on FB today about a man that bought his elderly dad a 1953 Hudson Hornet, his dream car. When asked ‘Why’d you do this for your […]
Honey and the Homewrecker. 