Turning on the lights and siren after losing a drag race is bad sportsmanship.

This is a actual blog header which reads, “My First Love: Part Twelve.” Say what?

I love the mashing up of numbers in this way and I’m still chuckling.

I’ve finally found a woman that doesn’t argue with me all the time. Her name is ‘Alexa.’

Craziness, screams, fear
Memories bring night terrors.
Fight or flight effect.
Stand the bloodied ground, flee for one’s life.
Deep sleep, a blessed retreat.

This haiku is for you.
Wallet empty, but the heart is full.
It’s written with love.

Trust those once flying birds’
Sudden disappearances.
Not the blue clear skies above.

Who needs sunshine.  I’ve got moonshine.

Usually, I don’t do New Year’s resolutions, but after last year — what could it hurt?

A K-9 patrol unit alerted on my truck. The dog wanted to go for a ride.

My grandma had a silly saying when things didn’t work out: ‘Ah, fart in a fruitcake.’ Tried it once — didn’t work out.