I start doing things for the stupidest reasons. Like that one time I wanted to tweet something so dumb and ended up starting a blog.
At 8 O’clock in the morning, Kiptoo – the farmer – walks to the goat shed. There’s a newborn kid in the enclosure. Its mother stands before it defiantly.
What they don’t tell you about marriage is that after saying I do, there are a lot of forms you have to fill.
I know a bunch of us have been saying “Winter is coming,” since 2010, but Lord, we didn’t mean it.
I have never heard of such a thing but because I was so nicely requested to participate, here I am.