I need a cheese room. Dedicated just to my cheese stuff and staying all clean and pretty ( Read more... )

Bill and I were shacking up, kinda, sorta. Anyway being that he stays friends with past gal pals unlike myself who believes incineration is that best break away, one of his flings stopped by his office. They were talking about my being taken to meet another couple in Hyde Park and this woman (read that as: AMAZONIAN FLAMING BITCH) insisted on ( Read more... )

So I am the first to the bedroom. I go to turn down the comfort and find on top lots of egg shells?? How and why? WTF?

The scenario we have figured out is brushette waits around to hear the hens cockle after laying an egg. Runs out the backdoor, does a commando roll under one of the gates into the corral. Next darts out to the barn stall where the ( Read more... )