Anonymity Trap

This afternoon, whilst attempting to put dinner on the table, I was engaging in two of my favorite pastimes: text yelling at My Parasitic twin while also text yelling at her husband. It was some varsity level millennial shit. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? First MPT and I were text […]

Thank God I’m Not Camping

I will spare you the gruesome details but let’s just say it was fucking gross. When I pulled out my phone BEFORE THE PROCEDURE my vet said, “You aren’t going to video this are you?!?”

Nothing Says Thanksgiving Like Neuticles

And to think that MPT was super stressed out that I would blog about a pretty amazing conversation we had about her butthole the other day. I’m classier than that. I try to only share my secret weird obsessions.

Is Anyone Out There? In There?

We talked. First about her, then about me. I talked to her about what it’s like to care for someone with advancing dementia.

Big News!

I lived with my secret until I found a good time to (have a huge fight) break the news to Loony. I did it over coffee this morning.