Two more Christmas parties last night, and I gobbled up more holiday treats: baked brie, roasted nuts, rugelach, wedding cookies (Rock smeared the powdered sugar all over his nose and scratched at his neck), hot cider, hot cocoa, some violet liqueur that Jessie made me try, wine, the Anchor Christmas Ale, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate chip cookies with bacon, chocolate brownies, chocolate peppermint fudge... yeah... better sign up for that half marathon in the New Year.
There are days when I'm looking at my life through thick glass. I think you know the feeling. There are days when you care, and days when you... don't. Can't?
Kerstin and I camp in a pony pasture and chase the solar eclipse across Texas.
We popped out into the sun-bleached streets, and there beside us were Corrin and Dafne, rising up the BART escalator. “Hey! You dressed up!” Corrin lit up and Dafne ducked behind him. With eight minutes to curtain, we walked briskly in the summer breeze. Kerstin nearly started skipping, a will-o’
I guess it was my fault. Kerstin would like the karaoke condoms to be accessible, right as you’re running out the door. In case of a karaoke emergency. I moved them, in a fit of spring cleaning, to the champagne bucket under the table with the car keys and