Epilogues: September 2019
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables “I’m so confused I live in a world where there are Augustobers.” – Hot cats of Ringoes, NJ
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables “I’m so confused I live in a world where there are Augustobers.” – Hot cats of Ringoes, NJ
Let it never be said that May is monotone. Stuff went down this past month, kittens. Billy Ray Cyrus returned to the radio, achy-breaking all of our ears if not our spirits. The President of the United States of America presented a very large trophy to a very large man at the Grand Sumo tournament. […]
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.
If you have been, say, looking for some hot stuff, baby, this evening; perhaps even looking for some hot stuff, baby, tonight; this July has surely pleased you. The news was incendiary. The temperatures were ghost-peppery. And the cats were sizzling.
Supposedly, it’s March hares that are madder than a hatter. But, ’round here, May is the month of mirthful, mind-splattering madness, courtesy of 100,000,000,000 kittens.*