A self-inflicted, terrifying, and ultimately liberating experience.

A self-inflicted, terrifying, and ultimately liberating experience.


Sleeping with one eye open I get, but the tongue thing has me baffled.


I’m here to collect the rent.

Always seems like he’s waiting for a starter pistol to go off.

There was a House Finch here a second ago. Must be hiding. I’ll wait him out. 🙂

….skipping dessert next time?


…was a picnic table with our names on it.
