I need to name that duck one of these days. I’d use him more often but I get nervous every time I take him out of his box; that feather boa is rather delicate. Still, he’s a hoot to write for even if I am (probably) going to offend somebody someday by doing something wrong.… Continue reading Envy With Green

Yes, I have a new bed. Yes, it’s vastly more comfortable than its predecessor. Yes, it doesn’t squeak. And that’s enough about that.  

Rusty should probably avoid buying any more brightly-colored candies for the time being, however. Too much of a good thing isn’t good for the waistline, you know what I mean. (Rusty. Ahem.)