holidays

Boo, humbug 2015

This guy reflects my grouchy old lady mood after a dozen trick-or-treaters ignore my darkened porch and ring my doorbell anyway. (I was taught that no porch light means nobody home and/or no goodies available so do not disturb.) To those… Read More ›

Battle stations

As a postscript to the previous post, here’s a pic of my dog Annie in her Fourth of July foxhole. Bad mommy that I am, I forgot until just now to slip her some Benadryl.