“It just takes three on the floor. It takes a Consumer, a Feeder, and a Clipper.”
“It just takes three on the floor. It takes a Consumer, a Feeder, and a Clipper.”
Let me tell you, if I know anything even ever so slightly, it would be about thoughts and prayers.
Scooter said, “Here’s the problem, Mom. There’s an odor in the house, and I recognize it. Otis.”
Don’t be fooled! You may think you’ve got the normal 24 hours today. You may think the lunch date is at noon today, but . . .
It’s a noun and it’s a verb. A swivel is nothing more than a coupling between two parts that allows one of those parts to move without turning the other. To swivel means to rotate around an unmoving point. It’s the way some people dance. My desk chair is swiveling now with me in it.
It had to have been this Christmas last when my daughter made these cookies.
“Hello, Otis. Welcome.” Good for Otis to realize that grief is best met in company.
Let me tell you, now’s the time to send your frontal lobe out for recess. This poem is all amygdala,
Storge does not speak People. She did her best to inform me of her problem. In her dog way