I’ve improved with age

There’s no doubt that as I get older I get wiser, as well as less of a pain in the ass. (Okay, that last part is debatable, I suppose.) The regrets I have from my youth are plentiful, but theoretically all of THAT contributes to what I am NOW. And what I am now...

And even more love

Another object lesson in love: Owning a dog with hair rather than fur means that she must be groomed on a regular basis, which is both expensive and—for my particular dog—traumatic. But a little black dog in the south needs to be clipped if she’s...

This is love

I feel like I haven’t talked too much about darling Otto, recently, and this is not because my adoration for him has waned in any way. In fact, I would have to say that during my recent bout of The Crayzee he continued to be nothing less than a pillar of...

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