Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I had a terrible babenture while Momma had her hands all braced up. I was playing in the basement, and the collar Momma put on me to kill the nasty fleas got caught in my mouf. Momma…
Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I had a terrible babenture while Momma had her hands all braced up. I was playing in the basement, and the collar Momma put on me to kill the nasty fleas got caught in my mouf. Momma…
Could Sand Be the New Lithium?, an article in The Washington Post written by Shira Rubins, asks — and pretty well answers — this question. The answer is “Maybe”. The article points out that traditional small-scale climate control was achieved by living in houses with…
I shared my leftovers from Joe’s Crab Shack on Food Tuesday and promised doors. So here are doors. Not all the pictures of are of doors. Hire a lawyer and sue me. Now, from my continuing series of Ladies’ Rooms of the World: And, finally,…
