what a world, what a world.
The duality of being happy for my family, while processing yet another shooting renders me sleepless.
The duality of being happy for my family, while processing yet another shooting renders me sleepless.
A snow storm predicted on our last shopping days has us all in a tizzy.
I realize that my summer is much like my winter. Except for the occasional swim.
My options for ordering take out dwindle as terrible customer service strikes again. I refuse to spend good money on bad experiences.
The not-too-proud clean up after the prideful. But the prideful are only fooling themselves.
The summer officially ended this weekend. Labor Day picnics, trips to the lakes, gatherings and merriment are used to celebrate