I hope one day he will become a writer. Not because I think being a writer makes you special or worthy, but because I really like what he has to say and the way he says it.
I thought it would be really funny to name my dog Tardigrade and call him Tard for short and then when someone glared at me for being so insensitive and offensive I would be like, “It’s short for Tardigrade. What did you think it was short for?” and watch them twist.
The toilet is a metaphor for my life right now, if you leave out the implied negativity that comes with toilet metaphors.
My Beautiful Dream Lover spent the weekend with us because Nina and I wanted to climb a mountain before it gets too late and since he just can’t get enough of me dragging him out of bed at 4 in the fucking morning, he came up the night before.
The most important thing to report is that I TOOK A LAP DANCE CLASS WITH STEVEN RETCHLESS!
I’m very much enjoying my staycation. It is way more relaxing than going anywhere even with a house full of guests and chicken emergencies.
Loony told me that there were naked people on the 3rd floor deck so I popped up with my camera to see what was going on.
For the record, I hope he never stops doing this.
Part 3 of the seemingly unending recounting of my Teton road trip.
The next 30 minutes were comprised of me freaking out and random parents who I hardly know making me feel better by showing me pictures of my own kid graduating which is almost as good as being there. But not really.