I realize all I’m saying here is technically it’s “none of my none of your.” Which makes no sense at all. But it is fun to say. Much funner than to say “it’s none of your business.” So, when I feel like I’m becoming a bit to Kravitz-y, I remind myself that it is none of my nunya. In other words, nothing to see here, just keep moving. Continue reading
Bewitched
If the Lees go a-missing…
“Our neighbor was doing something last night after 11:00,” my dad said casually during dinner. “I heard scrape, scrape, scrape. So, I got up and looked out the window. He was digging in the alley.”