Looks like we made it
I’ve been joking with Aline forever that I want to see Barry Manilow in concert before I die. (Or before he does . . . ) But the cost of flying down to Las Vegas, tickets, a hotel room and food has always seemed to be an extravagant money splurge …
Lately Walter the Farting Dog has been great bedtime reading. How can you go wrong with a dog that has gas . . .
