A few years ago I began noticing Cuppycake exhibiting suspicious signs of a mid-life crisis.
There were no Harley’s suddenly showing up in our garage.
Or shiny fast sports cars with very exaggerated curves in their design.
No clubbing or skydiving.
No hair dye, tight leather jeans, or shiny-gold jewelry.
But there was suddenly the mysterious appearance of
Nickleback
playing in our lives. Continue reading “air drums!”
