Every single morning, I wake up, look out the window at the beautiful lush farm I live on and think this same amazing thing...

You know, sometimes I can't believe that this little fucker made it. Today, I celebrate my 57th birthday and I'm still amazed that.,.

If you’re wondering, at all, as to why I haven’t posted in months, well, here’s the why…

"I hope to come back as a dog," he thought. As a condom, to serve people was what he was made to do, he knew that and accepted that.

Sometimes the little white sock just couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Oh sure, his owner was ok…and that was being incredibly gracious....

Dressed in his blue coveralls and neon vest, the man swept the leaves and debris up as quickly as it fell. The tree refused to cooperate…

Ok, so here it goes, I'm slightly obsessed with my washing machine. I know, I know, I admit, that sound's absurd, maybe even slightly...