My anniversary for living in Phoenix is also marked with my girl’s death. Nickey was my 12 year old Labrador retriever that grew up with me. A girl’s best friend. I still miss her, but am thankful that I was[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
One Christmas, my dog, Nickey, ate a bunch of my presents and ornaments. My job was the dog yard. I found out where my clay went, and haven’t really been able to use polymer clay much since.
I may or may not call my mom every time I don’t feel well. I plead the fifth.