“Good evening. I’m Mr. Wilson and I’ve come calling for Mrs. Molinari.” Francis didn’t know whether to shake the man’s hand or slug him in the gut.
“Good evening. I’m Mr. Wilson and I’ve come calling for Mrs. Molinari.” Francis didn’t know whether to shake the man’s hand or slug him in the gut.
Do we take care of our dogs or do they take care of us?
The Eternal Optimism of Spring
Are you the kind of person that experiences a sunny spring day and feels a rush of irrational optimism?