Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

I can’t add anything to this.

Rome Hates You/Laramie Hirsch

I have a porch goose. It’s apparently a thing. Sure, it’s really my wife’s but it sits next to me on a little table while I enjoy a smoke.

She fancies herself a Gardner these days.

Sometimes, when I’m not looking, she drinks all my gin. Naughty.

It’s August in Texas. Not much to write about at the moment.

Anyone else have one of these things? Let me know if yours is also a lush.

Posted one year ago, I still chuckle at this exchange.

In the past few days, both my sister in NJ and I in TX have lost a neighbor due to illness. Please pray for their repose.

Not at all what you’re thinking.

My desire to smoke a cigarette with my gin and tonic is clashing with my aversion to the 110° sauna that is my front porch in Texas.

Guess which one is winning.

On the upside I’m sweating all the calories from the bean burritos we had for dinner.

I love Anne Murray. Wanna fight?

Hey, it was either that or this:

Lace up your [four wheel] roller skates and hit the rink, friends.