Monday morning Marlo slept in late enough that I was able to get the dogs outside and pour myself a glass of orange juice before the madness set in.
If he had opposable thumbs he’d be sitting here flipping through a dog-eared copy of The Journals of Soren Kierkegaard.
“I just got back from NYC so I’m wearing no makeup, no jewelry, and I’m just letting those babies have some breathing room. I’ll post about NYC this week!”
This is Tyrant and Dane at the Avenues Street Fair on Saturday talking with someone about emergency preparedness certification?