The Vanilla Folder

There’s Gonna be Fireworks

Honesty is genuinely liberating. You will regularly be alone, however (which is just a delightful bonus).

The 80s hair band, Poison, warned us about this, but did we listen? Well, yes, of course we did. These roses have frickin' thorns everywhere. I am wondering, however, where the cowboy is that sings the sad, sad song. I suppose he's probably somewhere singing his song while bandaging up his fingers ... because he was not warned about the thorns ... because he was listening to country music instead of glam rock. I guess you had to learn things the hard way, cowboy.

Meanwhile in the corner building, Shelley was testing software ... on Flickr.

Day 140 – With the Greatest of Ease

Day 140 – With the Greatest of Ease Not too bad for a dog that just turned 9 years old (63 in dog years)

Day 139 – 30 Years, and It Never Gets Old

Day 139 – 30 Years, and It Never Gets Old In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Happy Place.” 30 years ago, when Pearl and I first started dating, we would sit on the front porch of her parents house in the swing to talk, hold hands, and feel the cool evening breeze. 30 years later we are grandparents, and The conversations are much different, but we still sit on the swing,…