And what’s romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything as you like it, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose, and it’s always daisy-time.
~ D.H. Lawrence
I scored big time this Valentine’s Day when I picked up one of these for my lovely wife . . .
And that newborn I mentioned a while back?
Everybody loves her except Bubba, who, because he has a . . . thing . . . hanging down under, is often mistaken for mama.
Gotta run. Taking my better nature out for some ice cream.
Yeah, we’re weird like that . . .