Don't Drink Bees

Scratching in my attic Gnawing mouse Whiskers bristling in my ear Awakening me in the night Softly held close I feel its warmth But open eyes And he has scurried far away Leaving only A tingling memory upon my cheek Of something I once felt more »

We had lunch at Veggie Heaven before heading over to the Zilker Park Kite Festival. And we had brought our beverages with us. As soon as we arrived at the festival, a woman grabbed my arm and asked, "Did you get the bubble tea here?" She was very dis… more »