Musings from the Big Pink: Musings from the Big Pink: Dead at 25

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Musings from the Big Pink: Dead at 25: From the moment you're born, you start dying. That's what people say. From the moment you're born, you start dying. Blech. Depre...

The Players

My Wife/Tumblweed- Sardonic, hilarious, brilliant, tough,generous, compassionate, and beautiful.

The Peanut- My six year old daughter. See above. Add a dash of sugar and spice.

the Pumpkin Man- My three year old son. Funny, goofy, wild, handsome, friendly, cuddly, clever. Like a baby bear who loves skydiving, wrasslin', comedy, and movies that make you cry.

Ruby- My 8old boxer. Think a big, loving, energetic dog with serious brain damage. Nope, dumber than that . . . still dumber . . . there, you've got it.

The Cats:

Matilda- A black and white cat short in length, shaped like a watermelon, and overflowing with love and disdain. And psychosis. And girth

Ivy Pickles-Ivy Pickles is an asshole. I once left half an avocado on the counter for 5 minutes and when I came back, it was gone. I found the hollowed out husk under the table. Ivy's whiskers were green. She purrs a lot, too.

Musings from the Big Pink

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Musings from the Big Pink: Dead at 25

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