Oh, here’s a good story from three years ago. I still have that chair. It still has a pillow on it.
Two years ago I thought about going paleo. That’s as far as it got.
A year ago I had a bad feeling about the stray that I found. Indeed, that feeling was an omen. But that whole debacle was the thing that brought fostering into my life, and it has really been something, hasn’t it?
Happy Retrobruxist Friday, y’all.