Wendy Dog went through three cones, several leg wraps, and four sprays. The only thing that kept her from licking the hotspot on her leg was--you'll love this--Ben Gay.
Saw a sign advertising "organic mattresses" when I was in town yesterday. What are they stuffed with--corn shucks?
I hear that writing for Harlequin is like living in Sun City—rigorously circumscribed—or maybe circumcised, but I don’t want to get into that.