If you know me well, you know my sense of smell sucks. There are only certain notes of scents I can pick up. The rest
I want to start off by setting the scene. I hope you will appreciate my dedication to blogging to you… Picture it. Friday night. 8pm.
Peanut and I had the best Sunday and truly cherish every moment with her. It started off with pancakes and cartoons, then a long trail
Literally. I am not the type of person that would ever throw red paint on a fur coat. That’s not me. That’s not how I
I have a confession to make… Last Christmas I made a Christmas wish; asked for a Christmas miracle. I wanted my parents to stay in
this post is NOT about covid-19. I am aware there is a pandemic. I am aware there are quarantine measures in place. I know some
El Cuco (Folklore Demond): “why were you so quick to accept my existence?” Holly (investigator): “An outsider can always recognize another outsider.” Last weekend was
Fears of failure frequently feel like foreshadowing of fucking up my family and fur babies. I have a confession, I still have a hard time