June 2012
10 posts
A dilemma...
Yesterday afternoon I got home from my run to find our mailbox smashed off its post and sitting neatly on the ground. After over an hour of thinking that someone in the neighborhood was trying to send us a warning to get out, I found the note with a name, phone number and address.
The note mentioned that the perp’s grandfather would take care of the mailbox but was oddly in old person-like...
Oh Thursday...
Drama on the homefront (but just a silly bicker; good thing we love each other)
Drama on the workfront (but all remain gainfully employed and innocent)
Hot as a mofo outside so I can’t run (except through the sand into the ocean which is minutes away)
Friends want to hang out tonight (but I’m old and believe weeknights are for being a recluse AND I work from home and workout all...
Every morning from the windows in my office, I...
…with his black lab happily trotting on a leash beside him. The man always wears thick gardening gloves and a baseball cap, and today his attire was no different.
Except this morning, the dog was in a full-on sprint, tongue flopped out the side of his mouth, eyes practically bulging out of his head, the old man on the bicycle flying behind him, a huge grin on his face!
If only I could...
