Hello, my name is Cactus. I’ve lived here for some time. A little girl planted me with her papa. The next line doesn’t rhyme. (Oh, it does) I live under a bush they call Rosemary. They almost forgot I was here. But then, Rosemary got a good trimming, maybe too good, I fear. The norm […]
Beware the tines of your march when you come to a fork in the road.
An unfortunate dijon mustard incident ruined Ethan’s tuxedo and his evening as he found himself socially ostracized.
If you need to see God’s promises, read His word. If you need to see His sense of humor, check your hair when you get up in the morning. 😉
Sometimes I soar Sometimes I fall Sometimes I sorta fall
I have a friend who complains about date advertisements on Facebook. I get quite a few for figs. I suppose my dad gets them for prunes.