The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. Sometimes you get over there and realize it's not even grass at all. Instead it's a noxious, green cloud rising from a rotten, foul-smelling, slimy pile of crap.
"I used to dream about escaping my ordinary like, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was." Ransom Riggs
17 December 2013
13 December 2013
My Big Return
Since I will no longer be on Facebook, I am going to get back into the habit of updating my blog. What better way to start than this?
Thank you to my sister for sending this with me. The Voice and funny sounds, two of my favorite things. You know me so well, Snodgrass.
Thank you to my sister for sending this with me. The Voice and funny sounds, two of my favorite things. You know me so well, Snodgrass.
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