Remember when my keys were at the bottom of the ocean? I do. Because they were. Seriously, I searched that beach so meticulously I was scaring the Canadian tourists. I don’t know how it happened, but some angel ( or…
Remember when my keys were at the bottom of the ocean? I do. Because they were. Seriously, I searched that beach so meticulously I was scaring the Canadian tourists. I don’t know how it happened, but some angel ( or…
It’s raining, it’s pouring. If it was raining cats and dogs they’d be Rottweilers and those scary-mean hairless cats that’ll claw your eyes out. Karma? Stupidity? Both? Either way I’ve been quite sick since last week’s grand impromptu adventure, eventually…