The thermometer reads 30 degrees. Please send thermal earmuffs, wood-burning stoves and probably a furnace or two.
And if you're my mom, please send peanut butter balls too.
An open letter to the pet sitter that we probably won’t send because we’re not monsters and also we don’t want her to run away. - Next week we’re going on a road trip from Washington to Colorado so we hired a pet-sitter to watch the cats and Lizard Bordan and keep us from being robbed...
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