"What Contemptible Scoundrel stole the Cork from my Lunch?"-W.C. Fields

Your New Best Friend

Writers write, right? I hope not, because I have recently given myself permission in this endeavor, and I have precious few examples of what I have always hoped was a latent but undeniable talent.
So picture me (if you would), approaching this blogging experiment with the big, brown and hopeful eyes of a Golden Retriever. This dog is carrying in its mouth what may turn out to be a dirty sock or a half-eaten banana; I can't really know for sure. Remember, though, its the thought that counts dammit, and it's what I have to give.