Easter Quickie
I like my lamb ripped from the womb of a strolling, new-grass-chewing ewe, cooked only ’til pink, smothered with mint – …
I like my lamb ripped from the womb of a strolling, new-grass-chewing ewe, cooked only ’til pink, smothered with mint – …
I must have cabin fever, because I know I don’t mean this – but … Spring is just around the …
Tonight, after dinner, I went out on the back porch and lit up a cigar. It’s a gorgeous night, balmy …
My friend Mary Beth came over the other day, and the first thing she says is, “Geez, why are the …
Oh, I can read all right – but I don’t know how many times I’ve suddenly said, “When did that …