Little did I know, my innocent inquiry was the opening salvo in a war of wits, wagers, wallets and willpower that would end in buyer’s remorse.
Little did I know, my innocent inquiry was the opening salvo in a war of wits, wagers, wallets and willpower that would end in buyer’s remorse.
Our our 18-month-old yellow dog, Gilligan, has been bumbling around wearing a plastic cone on account of having had neuter surgery on Monday.
“Dad!” our daughter, Lilly, yelled down the back stairs recently, “Did you deposit my check into my bank account?”
Freedom Found in Flotsam and Jetsam
I approached my daughter’s bedroom door with extreme caution, as if poisonous gasses or rabid hyenas might burst through at any moment.