My manager just told me I can’t date news reporters anymore.
I don’t get out much these days.
The old people had to be evacuated to a local church.
Long Island Ice Tea in a mason jar. That’s a big boy drink.
I was hoping the stock market would crash last summer but it didn’t.
You remind me of Beatrix Potter.
A huge picnic basket full of nice things.
I’m outside looking at trees and listening to distant traffic.
Scones. Coffee. Shopping. We are having a great time.
At the storage unit. Found my digital drum machine.
Coffee Hotline is always open to help out fellow coffee lovers.
Feeling so much better. Being locked up was chaotic on my spirit.
Unless you’re returning with that dog do not come back to this house.
Move to Oregon and start a shoe company.
Tacos and beers. Nice and simple.