It’s Friday night.
And for once, I’m home alone. Blissfully alone, save my old dog, but he doesn’t pester me whining, “What’s for dinner?”
Sexy Hubby is out wrestling hoards of wild trout with his bare hands and “The Junior” took my car to work. He “lost his keys” – which I found buried under a heaping wad . . . → Read More: Lazy Hazy Dayz Prior to BlogHer Madness