Archive for November 13th, 2017

Or at least he likes my stench. If he’s not on my side of the bed curled up near my pillow, he’s on my clothes. 


The child, our loving drama llama, has turned 9 this year. He survived another year without dying from a freak sweetie-induced accident (or us killing him).

Though we really need to increase the output of our solitary grape vine/

Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is not.