amateur artist/ writer, professional procrastinator, mother to two amazing sons, and one spoiled rotten Chihuahua
If you are reading this, thank you for your interest. (I assume you are not that weirdo with a camera that followed me in Walmart and took a picture of my butt when I bent down to get a carton of diet soda off the bottom shelf.)
Elvis Sightings…The Legend Lives On
He ambled into my yard, thirsty, hungry, and seeking shelter from the hot Texas sun. Against my better judgement, and with my momma’s warnings ringing in my ears, I fed him and offered him a cool drink.
Photo of “ penis jar” by the author