His gigantic paw print was nearly bear-sized.
My cat is here in a pretty box. I still keep expecting him at the back door meowing for me. I look for him every day by routine.
My smilin’ Swedish father. He could be a white walker, I swear. We went to Dick’s again and the waitresses had so much fun teasing him about the seven iced teas he orders.
Oh my god. I ran into George R.R. Martin who gave me the one-over, smiled and said hi to me first. I was tipsy enough to say, “Why, hello! I do love your books.”