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?!?”
The Renaissance Festival is walking into the equivalent of a strip club for kids and LARPers. If you ain’t throwing down the bills you ain’t having fun.
I feel like tattoo artists should have some kind of moral obligation to require people with really bad tattoo ideas to sleep on it.
I promise it won’t be a 24-Hour Pity Party, just the usual stuff on my mind, most of which is stupid but makes me happy to put into words.
We got back from our cruise to Cuba the other day and I’m emotionally prepared to blog about it. Travel blogs are time consuming beasts but I can’t neglect them because there are always so many great memories to preserve. This year my dad and MaryAnn took us on a cruise to Cuba. Right?! I […]
I want to be 100% caught up before I proceed to spam my blog with smug posts about my fabulous European travel.
When you dream of having children (if you dream of having children) you usually harbor a best case scenario, a fantasy, an aspiration of a perfect tableau of parenthood. If you are lucky you will experience it 1% of the time.
Chief is off to boarding school for a week. It might seem a little early for such a drastic measure but I’m going out of town this weekend and he’s not potty trained enough (i.e. at all) to leave him with a house sitter. I found I trainer I think I like who does board […]
To keep my gym membership or not? That is the question. The truth is that I don’t need the gym, I like the gym. Yes, I don’t get distracted from my workouts when I’m at the gym. I like forcing awkward naked hugs on people I run into in the locker room (HI HELENE!) It […]
Between Bates’s constant rumble of doom, Minx running around a knocking everything off the shelves and almost catching on fire, Scheissehund making up for lost time on my leg, and Chief whimpering in the kennel, I got almost no sleep.