That Big Kitchen in the Sky
Sullen weather is a wet blanket on all I survey, so it seems. Gloomy skies spit rain on me all the way to the empty mailbox. Even the cat seems appathetic. When I squirted Redi-Whip on a dab left in the chocolate pudding pan (leftover from making the old man's lunch box dessert), Dooley barely... Sign in to see full entry.