My grandpa died yesterday afternoon - a nice, quiet, painless death at the age of 88. Now his body will go to Duke where they can collect what they need, then he'll be transported back to Marion, NC where he can join his wives. I don't usually do re-posts, but…
I've got no jokes today, kids. I'm more than a little heartbroken. And don't panic - I'm fine (physically anyway) and so's the parasite. But this guy isn't. Most of you probably won't even remember him. After all, that post is from nearly two years ago. Two years. That means…
Mildred has arrived. She's already ruling the apartment with an iron paw. She also spends a lot of time walking in circles around my neck which is mildly distracting - and a-frickin-dorable. I think she might be stupid. I can already hear you dog people, "All cats are stupid." Well…
