My FFJ is going through a nasty bit of rough and thus needed to spend some quality time with a bottle of wine, a pack of cigarettes, me, and some Potato Oles. I’m not gonna…
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Step into My Time Machine, Baby
FFJ & I sat on the bench outside the dog grooming place next to the Thai food place that I love. The sun was bright and neither of us were ready to get back to…
a drunken conversation from the cabin
an actual conversation from saturday afternoon, while drunk [this occured before the burnt lasagna and the movie marathon] “you mean you could have just gone over there an had sex?” FFJ asked. “yes,” i said….
Home again home again jiggety jig
Hi honey, I’m home. This is the glory that my eyes did have to witness every time I looked out a window and/or looked up from a book. It was really a lot of work,…