Last night, I dreamt that I wrote a poem. It was a kickass poem. Today I woke up and it wasn't true. I really wish that dream had been real.
I know, I know. Go forth and make it real!
Ha ha. Easier said than done.
Mondays aren’t so bad. - A week or so ago we noticed a pregnant bird building a room onto the side of our house. (She had a permit, so we were cool about it.) This morning I saw th...
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