
Breathe, Grace, breathe.

Breathe, Grace, breathe.

Happy Labor Day, especially to the mums.

I hope so. Otherwise we’re all stuck outside.

Doodling domes…

According to the Surgeon General.

Head case.

I’m always taller in the morning. Have to adjust my rear view mirror on the way to and back home from work…

How I’ll die: withholding urine.

Bragging is bad, Mr. Thumb.