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I love bourbon. I blame my parents. Years ago, when I was just a little tike, I am told that I used to climb out of my crib the morning after my parents would throw a party and I would drink the watered down leftovers. I guess it took my parents a morning after or two (possibly three) in order to figure out what was happening.… Read More
What a great day! I wake up to find Bill and the dog waiting for me in the kitchen, shit eating grins on their faces (really). A beautiful card was sitting on the counter top, with scribbling on the front that said, “Mama,” in sloppy writing. Who could this be from, I wonder? And who gets the little black and white box with the red bow? And whatever could… Read More
It has been a long time since I have written in my blog and you may think it a very sad state of affairs that when I do choose to write, I write of my dog. On the other hand, there is a part of me that aims to please and I have been requested by numerous people, numerous times, to please publish new pictures of Webster. Webster is… Read More
