It’s Christmas Day, my 52nd Wednesday post for 2019. That was my goal, and I did it, so I’m feeling good. Not that it was easy. I made quite a few mistakes. Maybe you noticed.
I have the insane thought, How did he do that? How does a dog move his water bowl without spilling it?
They say a dog’s nose inhales information the way people read. So when I see Moon sniffing, I figure he’s perusing the books of other dogs.
I’m doing a scientific study in my apartment, tracking the lifecycle of a dust bunny, trying to understand how they reproduce so quickly.
I should have chum controls on my browser with a pop-up box that warns, “Don’t You Have Something Better To Do?”
It doesn’t seem fair that the only fat that disappears with age is the fat no one could see in the first place.
I often hold points of view like race horses waiting at the gate to gallop forth from my mouth.