December 1998 Gemmy Industries invented Big Mouth Billy Bass the animatronic singing fish. He belted out “Take me to the River” in grand fashion. By the early 2000’s, Billy had us rolling in Wal-Mart aisles every where with laughter. I have an indoor dog, Chico. He is house broken which means many, many walks. IContinue reading “Big Mouth”
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Not guts
This year I entered Chico in another Halloween costume contest. We didn’t win. 😢 But I had great fun putting it together. The goal was a raven sitting on his back, pecking his guts out. The event was held in our nice Town Center Park. https://visitlondonky.com/ Rhythm Dance Studio sponsored the event. https://www.rhythmdancestudioky.com/Dance-Studio-Instructors-London-KY
Temporary Freedom
100 words One pleasant fall evening, I decided to build a spice rack. After gathering my supplies, I hooked up my dog then got busy. Unbeknownst to me, a humanless dog went strolling by. With the strength of a Shetland Pony, my 10 pound chihuahua broke his lead. Fat girl; armed with a cellphone flashContinue reading “Temporary Freedom”
Jealous of my dog
Dreams: Foggy Mess
What did I eat for dinner? What form of indigestion made this night a winner? My bestie was in my dream. However, her face was unseen. Why we were on a boat, I’ll never know. Could have been a show? There was a man. I have no idea who he was. All he did wasContinue reading “Dreams: Foggy Mess”
Soggy Little Oaty-O
Chico in Acrylic
This year makes 7 years since I got Chico. Wow!
Chico’s Tacos
Temporary Freedom
Over the summer of 2020, while we had been advised against traveling or having social-gatherings; I put my summer to good use. I had some pretty new cabinets put in my house. Well, used but new to me. We had a social distance paint party to get them ready. I have amazing friends. It wasContinue reading “Temporary Freedom”
Breaking In
One Sunday, I’m hanging out with *fam-ends. As the day wounds down, I run to my house to take fresh dry laundry off the line and care for Chico, my little dog. I finish my tasks and head back out. In typical me fashion, I have my hands full. I stuck the key in theContinue reading “Breaking In”
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