Day 902: Home

Day 902: Home

I’m sitting in my own bed. That has to be one of the nicest things about coming home after travelling, right? Snuggling into your own bed. It’s sagged and dipped and creased over time right to your perfect proportions. The sheets smell like home, your...
Day 901: Wiped

Day 901: Wiped

Man…the Ho and I are *wiped out*. Which of course means that we’re old. Got up a bit later today, which was nice. Went and had donuts with the fam and then we walked around a nearby park for a bit. Said hi to some pups there. Then it was time to hoof it on...
Day 900: Doctor Scott

Day 900: Doctor Scott

My brother is now a doctor. Technically, it’s called a DPT…a doctor of physical therapy. He graduated. From Northwestern. He’s a doctor. It’s crazy. I’m so incredibly proud of him. We were speaking tonight as we were walking back from the...
Day 899: Grad Eve…

Day 899: Grad Eve…

We’re in Chicago. That reminds me all of the sudden that I freaking haaaattteee it when people post “[insert town name], I am in you” as a tweet or status update. Yeah, friends, I’m lookin at you! Can we all join hands and agree it sounds a bit...
Day 898: Pup-less…

Day 898: Pup-less…

The Coops and the Coco are both over at Kristen and Arg’s…and we miss them like crazy. Yes. We are those fucking people. You can suck my I love my dogs like they’re people dick, okay? Okay. Podcasted with the Josh. Had a blast. I sincerely hope that...