the life and times of a very busy grandma

This is an unverifiable story of speculative fiction; however, it’s still a great tale …

They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen..  The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly.  I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open.

Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt.  Give me someone to talk to.  And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news.  The shelter said  they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,”  whatever that meant.  They must’ve thought I did.

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Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. [Read more →]