She sees you when you’re sleeping. She knows when you’re awake…

Not sure what was going on to the left of us, but it was more interesting to the dogs than my 79-yr-old father rolling around on the ground to get what he felt was the perfect angle.




Written on December 12th, 2012 , Uncategorized Tags:
Debbie Emory

Writing humorous fiction infused with death, dysfunction, and dads.