kitchen mishaps

Basil, Terri, and the No Good, Horrible, Very Bad Day

Last week, I wrote about a little miscommunication that left me sitting outside a local watering hole waiting to pickup Basil when he already had the other car. Today’s post is a left-handed apology. On Saturday, you see, he had to bail me out. I left to teach Jazzercise at 7:45 am, as I always do, but … Continue reading →