The funny thing about being Gypsy-born is that constant desire for the mundane.
For the standard fare.
For the prince charming, the picket fence, the Sunday dinners, and shiny kitchen sink.
The funniest thing about being Gypsy-born is the inherent knowledge that princes tend to be assholes, picket fences never…
Somebody must’ve tripped upon and then subsequently dislodged that surprisingly heavy rock under which I’ve been living here recently, as I finally got around to watching Lost in Austen this past weekend.
Although, to be completely honest, it wasn’t entirely the rock’s fault that I wasn’t aware…
Yesterday, while making what can only be described as the first among the hundreds of thousands of the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that will be created by my hands over the course of this summer, I found myself spending a significant amount of time contemplating the following conundrum:
If…
They stuck me with all of the kids again, so mine’s pretty much closed for business (permanently)…
But since I can’t speak for the rest of you breeders, I thought it best to warn you ahead of time. For more Weekly Winners, be sure to pay a friendly…