Shank You Very Much

Every so often I get tagged in these blogger hostage situations – I’m asked to fill out some sort of questionnaire, invented by an unknown person. I don’t know what happens if I break the chain, but I do know that I don’t want to find out. One day I’ll be enjoying my internet wanderings…

Make him dinner. Not a super fancy dinner, but a regular dinner. Instead of making a lasagna from scratch, pick one up from the freezer section of your grocery store. While you’re there, grab some frozen garlic bread also – so he knows you (kind of) really care. Clean the house. Throw all the dirty…

Today, the heavens smiled down upon me. The sun beamed, a single ray upon my face, and no one else’s. The birds chirped a delightful song for my ears, while the squirrels swept my floors. One of my lifelong dreams has finally been realized. I no longer have to place an order at the Taco…