Another Year Shot To Hell
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
Wussing Out
Rachel, you’re a wuss!
Thursday Grab Bag
Wanna share every detail of your life with other people? Get a blog!
Dare We Eat Out? We Dared.
I don’t know where we are in this pandemic, so we took a break and went out to dinner with our friends Ed and Sue.
Air-Minded: MIDAIRs & ZELLs & FOD, Oh My!
Am I the only person in the world who worries about shit like this? Probably.
Break a Leg
“Pits, tits, and naughty bits”
Muscle Memory
We probably rely on muscle memory more than we realize.
Knuckledragging Gentlemen of Distinction
Never any lack of excitement around these parts.