Snarf up every Cheerio Leta throws out of her high-chair so that I don’t have to go around searching for lost Cheerios, you good, good dog. More pizza for you!
When we arrived at the lodge on Friday night the air was crisp and the “deng deng deng deng” guitar riff on every song on the new Interpol album was ringing in our ears from having blasted it the entire way to Park City. We stood at the check-in desk, drunk on pretzels and Pringles, [...]
Fire engines and cop cars obviously don’t know that BABIES ARE SLEEPING. Now that I am a parent I will never honk my horn again.