Where Did the Murder Hornets Go?
Mr. Foxy and I have a looong history with rescue animals. When we met, I had a rat, and he had a bunny. After we
Mr. Foxy and I have a looong history with rescue animals. When we met, I had a rat, and he had a bunny. After we
Hello? *tap, tap, tap* Is this thing on? Oh hey. Remember me? It’s Foxy. I used to tell you funny stories. Well, I’m still here,
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One of the side effects of the medication I take is that I have incredibly vivid and detailed dreams. I’m not talking about sex dreams (although those are
Not to be dramatic or anything, but I almost died last week. Like, I couldn’t walk or talk or even move beyond (barely) breathing. I
Sometimes out of nowhere, a song latches on to your brain, slithers through the gyri, and won’t leave until you stick an icepick in your ear. Actually,
We all know Facebook—that social networking site designed for interacting with friends and family and connecting with other people who share similar interests. Some of
“So, what do you do?” My husband’s new CFO asked me at the Christmas party. “I’m a writer,” I said with confidence. “What do you
I’ve got something happening on my face. Something bad. Like red, bumpy, meth-face bad. It all started a few months ago. At first I thought
I promise I know how to behave properly in public. I can keep my voice down. I practice good manners. I follow my own rules
I’ve been good to my female parts all of my life. I go to the doctor regularly and keep a tidy house. I’ve been in
When I was in high school, one of my teachers declared her shower off-limits to her husband and children. She told the entire class that
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