Passed someone walking a tiny little dog, and smiled at them and wiggled my fingers at the dog. The dog smiled back.
And, as I walked back into my office, with paper files and pens and pads, I realized how right Vonnegut was. Life really is for farting around.
Passed someone walking a tiny little dog, and smiled at them and wiggled my fingers at the dog. The dog smiled back.
And, as I walked back into my office, with paper files and pens and pads, I realized how right Vonnegut was. Life really is for farting around.