Jell-o, Mrs. America, and Semi-Automatic Assault Ovens
I decided to start counting my steps, just out of curiosity. I know it’s not a competition and I honestly am not trying to brag or intimidate anyone, but I came pretty damned close to breaking 100 steps this week.
Sunday Mornings, the New Ten-Dollar Bill, and Rocky Balboa
And maybe I wept because in movies things aren’t ever supposed to end. But, then again, Rocky was never just a movie to me.