Owls like to dine on rats. Right?
While watching the Winter Olympics, Carl holds still-weeping Jennifer in his arms. Even the women’s curling finals can’t pull her out of her funk.
What is the sassiest of sweet treats?
See how the worry lines in her mate’s brow have etched deep like streams swollen with spring runoff?
I say, “Lucky is the gal who owns her own home and is always just going IN to a hardware store.”
“What we are doing here is so important, we better not take it too seriously.”
September is Selling Season in San Francisco. Kick it off by shopping for an agent!