A quiet morning in Sparkyville began with all the kids from the summer camp going on a field trip to the Doll Hospital. Little Sparky Junior was just 13 years old. His expectation of a Doll Hospital was vastly different from the reality he would soon experience. Continue reading
Today’s dose of irony actually is more of a dose of iron. Sparky is moving and needs you to hurry over now and take away the coffee table. The iron coffee table. The one you can’t lift by yourself. Hurry right on over. Sparky’s waiting. Continue reading
These days, a child can grow up to be anything. We hope you don’t grow up to be a Sparky. That would mean owning dog breeds you can’t spell and attempting to sell Crisco rejected by archeologists. You would post ads that required photos and then forget the photos. You would be confused by there, they’re and their. Continue reading
Have you ever smiled at a perfect stranger, not really paying attention to what they were saying, and suddenly they are your best friend and won’t shut up? Happens all the time to me. I think this Sparky is one of those types. Continue reading
Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas! Paint flamingos green.
La la la these are the ugliest birds I’ve ever seen!
Deck the halls and deck the ‘mingos. They would make a good bonfire starter. Continue reading