My inner gnome is a one-foot-tall, short-legged, pot-bellied, always naked (save for a hula hoop of leaves around his waist that do nothing to hide his nether regions), playfully short-tempered, grumpy, and giggly child with a beard. And all this inner gnome wants to do is go out into ...
My first reaction was to step boldly onto the brakes. But the shoes wouldn’t let me do it. They seemed to scream, “No! You might scratch our suede!”
I used to save the grocery store plastic bags so generously donned on me at checkout to shovel litter-covered cat poop into.
There is no one who loves squirrels more than I love squirrels. I respect squirrels. I even let them vote for me.
I recently found myself with a bit more time on my hands and a need for some cheering up, after being laid off from a job I really loved. One night, after I got bored with watching The Holiday over and over again, I gave Netflix's 'Grace and Frankie' a shot. It was like my TV gave me a big hug.