This morning's dishes beat me again. Here I am in the evening & they are still waiting for their baths. On top of that I told my truck I was going to wash her too. She's out there

Except one. One account painted a completely different picture about all the destruction and all of the aftermath, as they say. That was the account of the Lady's herpetologist.

Heavy Brigade stationed up near Hereford. That sounded like something that might be rattling around in his belfry. Keep the natives restless and he gets to carve out an empire.

When the Queen dies does that mean all oaths to her would have to be resworn to the new king or queen? Do their restrictions and benefits end with her or do they transfer automatic

"As if, a-hole!" she cried. "I'm going to fine a partner who respects me and treats me like an equal." None of my base belongs to you. Not ever!

I called the ball. I got dressed for the ball. Then I forgot to go to the ball. This is the hope of the future?

through and you know that on some level she knows that and maybe that makes her even sadder and you want to comfort her and then she sets you on fire and you remember the crazy.

was clearly delicious by the way that Lanie was chewing on it. Kelly was getting jealous. Fruit leathers, yes. But Infinite Jest leather? This was something else...

I took any recording of her and interspersed them randomly over Pink Floyd doing Mother live in 4K. It had taken me a few years but I was finally able to send my GoLo back in time.

ability of her to drop the charm was losing it's charm. It didn't leave anything left for the rest of us. She at least had other skills to fall back on and not just as a sparrow.

s noticeably distressed by the prospect but considered the lengths he had already gone to lose his abundant posterior. "Hmmm. I see. Yes well. How does the shark know, doc?"

Sal, weary from the night's activities and suffering from a crushing headache, was not at all interested in hearing what Geoffrey, his steed had to say at that moment. As such,

was grimacing in her easy chair, embroidering a demonic elf tea cozy and muttering about leaving the oven on and ruining the cookies

The remaining change jangled in my back pocket. I knew exactly what was in there, how could I not? It's all I had left in the world, and no one was going to take it from me.

Somewhere in the seemingly dark recesses of my dusty mind lies a secret that no one had ever known, except Graine. She knew. She still does. Or at least in part. Her consciousness

...those who do not strum the mighty uke can never attain true spiritual enlightenment, nor receive the guest discount at the great Luau during the backstage VIP meet and greet.

...the maitre'd is becoming all too familiar with my face. Best not leave a mere plate of potstickers to chance.

Looking down, the notion occurs. It stands to reason that I am not going to find the meaning of life in this bowl of Captain Crunch cereal; delicious though it may be..

"141..142... 143...144.. Did I say 143? You've got to be kidding me! How much rice do you really need here? Is there a hand up my rear end? I'm not a Muppet! I refuse this!"

molten magma. His singed his fingers knocking it off his face. As far as he can tell there is no vulcanism in his family tree but he's never really seriously looked into it. It had