Why is everyone so upset at the laundromat?
If only i could freeze time and live in this speckled sunshine.
This spoken poem is about an apple tree that was in my yard as a kid. In fact, it’s still there. Shasta and i really did eat apples from it, too.
Don’t you hate those mosquitoes? One bit me on the right big toe! Ow!
Do thunderstorms scare you, too?
My grass is really tall. Perhaps i should mow it?
I am loving this new artwork. Wait until you see the cartoon! You’re gonna love it, too!