Pucker up, y’all. Mick O’FeedMe, formerly the mighty Micron, wants you to know that a kiss from his golden lips will bring you certain good luck. Never mind that pot o’gold at the end of rainbow. We have a treasure… Read More ›
Micron
You gnome I love you
With congrats to Ashley E., winner of the Caption This Facebook Challenge.
Dogs don’t lie
“Hey, Mike,” says Holly. “We’re friends, right?” “Sure, I guess,” says Micron. “Why?” “Because you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”says Holly. “I mean, I could count on you to tell me something straight up and not kibble coat the… Read More ›
Suburban Truckin’
It could just be a girl thing, but I’ve never really understood this relationship between the suburban man and his truck. OK sure, who doesn’t find himself in occasional need to haul a mess of something that either a) doesn’t fit… Read More ›
What difference does it make?
“Sorry. I have to ask,” she said. “I mean … no offense, but why does it matter? What difference does it make at this point?” I stopped petting Micron to look up at her. The question got my attention, not only… Read More ›