After a long, painful recovery after the rigmarole of the holidays, I am back to my old self. Rassmussen might argue my old self has room for improvement, but I am thrilled to feel normal again, at least normal for me, and just in time too! Dear readers, I am thrilled, simply thrilled, to report … Continue reading My Boyfriend’s Back
It’s my fault, really. I was researching weaponry for wannabe killer Sherry Merlot, one of the main characters in the sequel to Shyster & Shyster. Rassmussen caught me. His eyes lit up like some toddler demon when he saw all those semi-automatic handguns. I could have sworn he mumbled “oh, pretty” at one point, but … Continue reading Gargoyle’s Got a Gun
It’s happened. Rassmussen gone a matter of weeks, and I have become an official cat lady. I didn’t mean to become a cat lady. Mrs. Meadows fell and broke her hip. What could I do? The ice storms have made it nearly impossible to trek back and forth from her house to mine, caring for … Continue reading Here Kitty, Kitty!
I’m not sure, but I can think of no other reason for the drastic and sudden change. Rasmussen’s got a girlfriend! It is as clear as the creases across my forehead. The first sign was when he changed his clothes two days in a row, and he didn’t just grab fresher ones from the dirty … Continue reading Rassmussen’s Got a Girlfriend
To my surprise, Rassmussen has a fan. A real, honest to goodness, flesh and blood fan, who care about him and wants to learn more. When I told Rassmussen, he said, “Get a life!” and stomped off, scratching his butt-cheek. Later, he came walking stiffly back from wherever he disappears, carrying a club in one … Continue reading Chef’s Special
It is a little known fact that gargoyles are not water friendly. In fact, given their druthers, they would never go near a bathtub or a bar of soap. I don’t know if it is a genetic phobia like cats or a throwback to the dark ages when bathing was thought to cause illness. Whatever … Continue reading Give a Gargoyle a Bath
Gargoyles were created to protect people from evil. That is why you so often see old churches and architecture featuring a stone gargoyle looking menacingly out over the street below. Its purpose was clear—prevent evil from harming those inside. Given this one simple fact, how could I have possibly guessed agreeing to babysit one small … Continue reading Rassmussen Babysits