The top view of a black and white terrier mix as his owner's hand is scratching his ear.

This is the back and top of head of Milo Edward the Crazy.

If only death stares worked. She could stare him down to his downfall or into some sort of submission. My mom could join her in bringing him down if she was still in this nightmare.

My grandpa died when I was thirteen. It took me close to a month to realize that it happened and I started crying about it during lunch. I then realized that my classmates were horrible people when one girl told me to get over it.

A chicken. A really good chicken.

We have so many brown birds in my yard. Why are they all brown? We get a rare red one or a black one but, all the others are brown.

I saw one that was promoting a security company in a really small parking lot. It even had a picture of the owner who happened to be the one driving it.

My cats don't really go for boxes. They seem to like the furniture or brown packing paper as their resting places. The only exception was a cardboard playhouse since it had two holes for quick getaways.

Plastic is really only good for lining the bathroom trash can or for picking up cat poo. A store here tried to charge for plastic and people got in an uproar about it.

I feel like the world is falling apart. That's why I don't feel good about the economy.

The big one is Miss Jane. The little one is Elly May.

I have that same mug. We had a few of them and they were used a lot for lunch or dinner. The one I have left is mainly used as a mixing cup for eggs or for reheating leftovers.

The MAGAs near me are going on about confessions and how they would never confess their sins to a man. I kind of want to ask what they're doing when they are "searching" and confessing to their touchy feely pastor.

Two black and white cats. One is laying on her back, the other is lounging on the carpet.

These two are only mean to each other. They are actually quite needy and like to squeak for food or stare into my mortal soul.

Fries from a local place fare better when delivered. The gyro places near me have either the thick cut or crinkle cut fries and I've had really good ones delivered from them.

My cats make the floorboards creak when they walk. A previous cat we owned scared my mom by walking around upstairs while sounding like a person walking in a room.

I did a pickup order off of DoorDash one time because the wait time for a local pizza place was short. The person at the counter told me to order from their website instead to avoid the surge pricing and fees.

It's the boss of the little Chihuahua I saw shopping for his food today.

I was getting fat furry art for a bit. Now it's either the dying pets again or sexy furries.

I saw a Baskin Robbins without ice cream one time because of a power outage and the Dunkin' Donuts it was attached to was busy after power was restored to it. It finally had to close for a day after a water main break in it's general area.

My mom told me once that Christians would not allow Jesus into their churches because they would see Him as a dirty hippie.

I go to two stores within blocks of each other. The local store is more expensive than the Jewel that's a few blocks down from it.

My local Aldi is a pain to get at since it's near a really bad intersection and since it's the closest store for many people, it's always full.

A couple of them near me also double as subdivisions. Only the paranoid rich folk live in the country club.

I know how it feels. I'm 43 and my parents were never really truthful with me about who I am. I don't think they could accept the fact that they too were neurodivergent.

The spring Easter one still has them looking like that. Unless Meijer was selling an old box, they still look like nineties boy band rejects.

I saw one last week that was driven by a middle aged woman. Until that one, I thought dumb little boys owned them.

I usually can't eat by myself without the dog and one of the cats staring at me.

I could tell him he's a whiny diaper rash baby. It would just make him twitch and fake a seizure though.

What if I offered chicken?

It was never about the eggs. They were a decoy for something more sinister.