In our old house, we had a couch in our mud room that we’d gotten for free from some neighbors. Gus napped on it every chance he got, despite not being allowed on furniture.
The reasons for this rule:
*Near constant flatulence
*Frequent self-grooming of his grossest parts
*Overall stink...
I don’t know what day it is, I just know I’m running out of time & I’m supposed to bake cookies.
The news has been so rough, so heartbreaking. The older I get, the more nostalgic I become for times that felt kinder, less scary, and were filled with people who are now gone. The shortest day of the year is almost upon us and every day after will get a...
Snow on Christmas lights is best, most magical thing in the world
