Not a storm of sharks, a Sharknado
Good job building services! It’s 65° in my office. The AC is set to arctic blast.
I blame Obama
Our neighbor’s Yorkie died. She was only 9 years old. I remember my 4 year olds begging me to go play with the puppy. They became fast friends.
We’d hear Tom telling Rita to shut up from his deck. We’d see Ginny walking her every single the morning.
The absence of her squeaky bark is like a hole punched in the air.
I’ve just read about 10 posts about rain and thunder storms. Is there anywhere on tumblr that isn’t rainy?
C’mon. Show us your sunny Sunday shots?
Guess we’ll all be wearing our hazmat suits to the beach.
Who am I kidding, it’s not a beach day.
WHO’S UP FOR DAY DRINKING?