The petite, muddy handprints of raccoons splayed over the outdoor cushions, reminding me there must have been quite a (wildlife) party last night.
Owls like to dine on rats. Right?
I might have been pickier if I’d known I was going to be here forever.
Stuff happens that makes us feel like we got the salt kicked out of us.
“You have to pay to play since nothing happens on the sidelines.”
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.
It’s serious business out in the real estate wilderness.