The long story short is that Luna was a lemon. The sweetest of lemons who loved to snuggle on the couch while we watched TV. She stank, but we loved her. She was broken, but I have a special place in my heart for broken things (see my motorcycle projects). She needed love, so we brought her home and gave it to her.
I’m running a little late on this, but today is my parents’ 31st wedding anniversary! And I know that these days that kind of number seems to be less and less common so really, they must be doing something right and if you get a chance, bug them about it and try to figure out […]
See that title? That was trying to draw people in by crying wolf. It worked, I hope. But really, Peace Corps is the reason I owe taxes of about $4,500 right now, sorta. It’s a mix of a few things and none of it really can be resolved other than by me cutting a check. […]