Standards of Dancing
Truth: I have all the rhythm of a busted metronome trying to swing, tick-tock-splot, in a bucket of jello.
Truth: I have all the rhythm of a busted metronome trying to swing, tick-tock-splot, in a bucket of jello.
SOBUMD got a new Koirig the other day…
The Big Ugly Horoscope. Catch up with your own personal astro-illogical future for the weekend and next week – your daily dose of destiny under your sign.
Children and Gumbo and Pig, Oh My!
This is not a photoblog, and I don’t want it to become one. I’m aggregating a picture a day, week by week, Sunday evenings.