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Ah, time to settle down and watch my favourite show Λένε πως στη…
taking the dive
An awful lot has transpired since my last post (a year ago–oops!). Rounds…
that was exhausting
Who knew it would take more than two years to complete the first…
waffle, waffle, waffle . . .
The Cambridge Dictionary gives us four definitions of the word waffle: two in…
who is your muse?
There is a lot of talk among the literary ‘how-to’ websites about an…
Norman raced across the hardwood floor and pounced on the throw rug near the entrance, knocking the alignment off-kilter.
“Why did I take in the burdensome creature?”
He was forever cleaning up after his rescue cat: crusty crumbs of food cemented to the floor; hairballs scattered about the house; and feces ineptly (and fractionally) buried in the litter box.
On the other hand, he would be good company in his newly sequestered life.
“Why did I take in the burdensome creature?”
He was forever cleaning up after his rescue cat: crusty crumbs of food cemented to the floor; hairballs scattered about the house; and feces ineptly (and fractionally) buried in the litter box.
On the other hand, he would be good company in his newly sequestered life.
(Farley Panko)
“That call went well.” Tad smiled.
“Oldies are easy targets. I wish all our marks were old fossils.”
“It’s still early. Got any more calls you need help with?”
“No,” said Torri, “I have to do a little catfishing today.”
“What’s that?” Tad looked confused, a natural state for him.
“Romance scams. Fishing for some gullible victims . . .”
“Oldies are easy targets. I wish all our marks were old fossils.”
“It’s still early. Got any more calls you need help with?”
“No,” said Torri, “I have to do a little catfishing today.”
“What’s that?” Tad looked confused, a natural state for him.
“Romance scams. Fishing for some gullible victims . . .”
(Torri & Tad)