personal blog

“I love you”, he said as he walked out the door for work. “Have fun making smut all day!”

All those creepy dolls are going to walk across town and get me.

Good morning, Saturday party people. It’s a cold, dark day out there. Wicked cold. We’ll need to let the truck warm up a little extra this morning. In an attempt to help me sleep through the night, we adjusted the fan so it was blowing over the bed. Shawshank needs a fan for white noise,…