Small gestures. Howling at the moon.

It went something like this: Nan: "Chrissy, I got a bunch of wolf pictures. I thought you might want 'em." Me: [Internally scratching my head - why would I want wolf pictures] "Oh yeah?" Nan: "Yeah, I tore 'em out of a calendar. They're kinda perty. I thought you might want 'em. They look like … Continue reading Small gestures. Howling at the moon.