People always want to know what’s behind a closed door.
If my blog was a party there would be lots and lots of dancing.
SunnyFoggy. SanFrancisco. SF. Get it?!?
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?