Maybe I met the man of my dreams in this mornings light? As the sun begun to climb over the deserts hills he smiled at me as he removed the stacks of bread from his towering eighteen wheeler. In broken Spanish he asked if he could ask me a question. I expected “Banos?” Instead he said, …
My Dad is a truck driver. A truck driver who loves Siamese. A truck driver who loves Siamese so much, that he wants to take his tabby Siamese Josephine on the road with him. Thank god he has my mom, the voice of reason to persuade him not to do things like this. An …