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 […]
Or watch my dog get crushed before my very eyes.
Thank you Nina for the amazing trip. And I’m sorry about the pictures I took of you passed out in the cab.
I met up with My Parasitic Twin for some coffee and scream this morning. Her dog, Gza (pronounced Jizz-uh, it’s a Wu Tang Clan thing) had a tumor on her … er … teat and just had it removed. So this morning was pretty much all about how much it sucks to be middle aged […]
Sideboob is a wonderful photographer she sends me photos and after each leg of the trip. Then I compare them to my photos of the same place and decide that mine are all shit and chuck them and use hers instead.
Sing it with me, Bain de Soleil for the Saint Tropez taaaaaannnnnn.
Nice is France’s fifth most populace city and has a very Paris-by-the-sea feeling, but with enough Italian influence that it is delightful shades of pink, yellow and terra cotta rather than gray.
Hey hey! I’m in France with Sideboob! Let me walk you through our journey with a delightful display of photos, pithy observations, and wrap it up with a fun semi-disaster.