"Ray," Frase started. And stopped. Which I knew even before Dief barked at me, thank you very much. His eyes were focused and you could just see the shiny little wheels turning and turning in his perfect head. Then we were off, and boy, hang on to your hat, your sunglasses and your dentures, because I didn't think we were going to be stopping anywhere to collect $240-someshit Canadian dollars until we got where Fraser was going.
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- 1: Journey to Bad Vibes Mall
- 2: Nut brittle
- 3: The cat separation dilemma
- 4: Green pants (trousers) saga
- 5: Should I have cleaned out my bookmarks before? Yes, but now's not the time!
- 6: Antique clocks are a problem because you have to wind them
- 7: False spring is here at last
- 8: My beloved e-reader app with the custom Solarized css
- 9: Knitted wardrobe for the hand-painted doll my mom made me when I was 3
- 10: RIP 30% of #3 triplet sweater
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