Liz’s fam is in town for her birthday. We had a dope-ass al fresco dinner and the weather was freaking perfect. Joy pushed her loose tooth out. Work was slow. I mopped the floors. Got writing in; still a slog there but we’re so close. It was a good day. Looking...

Joy has a loose tooth. I noticed she was doing this weird thing with her tongue in her mouth, like licking/smacking much more than normal. I thought maybe there was something she’d chewed on or eaten, like string or something, which she is wont to do, so I took a look...

Would you rather drink dirty toilet water or eat dirty kitty litter? These are the questions that my wife asks me as I’m settling down to write my journal entries for the day. Wtf! lol. My answer was a simple shake of my head. That’s a no to both, thank you very much....