Old News

For God's sake, get this battering ram out of the living room. There's no space for it. Every time I walk from the front door to the kitchen I have to step over it, and sooner or later, I'll trip and break my neck. It's old news. You don't even use the thing anymore.

I don't want to see it, I don't want to hear about it, I don't want to know where it went. I want to forget it ever existed. Get it out of the house.

Something I Realized Staring Out The Window This Afternoon

Hummingbirds

Will Never Know

How Cool They Are.