Ready.

I’m gonna pepper spray everyone I know with love and gratitude this week. Wait. That sounds wrong for a reason or two.

Good Doggie

My new insurance agent’s office keeps a pooch, this elderly, fat, patchy cocker spaniel mutt with a cyst on his back, named “Lucky.” As I waited this morning, Lucky came over, gave me a sniff, then rolled onto his back and insisted on a belly rub. I rubbed the dog’s tummeh and was certain I had picked the right insurance agent.