Beaumont: By the barnacles! The tide has receded, revealing a rugged coastline of… opportunity. My nostrils twitch, they whisper of a magnificent beast that once mooed. Egads! Is that a T-Bone on the horizon, or merely a mirage of the famished? I shall claim it by right of salvage! Me: What on earth are you... Continue Reading →
Wet Dawgs and T-Bone Dreams
Beau: Seriously, Louise? What's with the picture? Me: It’s you on the bed, Beau! Not even on your blanket, and you’re all wet! Beau: I can see that, Louise. But what’s with the red around my mouth? Come on, couldn’t you have chosen a photo that shows off my debonair, savoir faire demeanor? Me: Beau,... Continue Reading →
