Some people are never happy unless they are complaining about something.
Makes me wonder if they have some kind of cult somewhere that we don't know about.
Great words, Charlotte. Very easy for me to relate to. Poetry as a comfortable chair.
You are in my friends list.
Black Cat guards the top of my computer Smiles gently as eyes are closed Rightfully placed Bought at half price at a shelter Crowded with cousins needing homes. She celebrates her supremeness and her beauty By knocking my drink into my keyboard.