Hey, Carol. I guess you breed your dogs a bit larger where you come from.
It looks like I fell inside a messenger bag hanging on the front of a bike parked outside a coffee shop in Williamsburg.
So far Leta has caught four fish, and Marlo has almost dumped the bait into the lake twice that number.
Adding a bit of style to his current condition which I am apparently not allowed to joke about.
Those of you with fair-skinned children are similarly dreading a certain aspect of the upcoming season and mumbling along with me, “This year I will try to remain calm.”
You might as well just insert a picture of Kanye’s face here to sum up this section of the story of my daughter’s eyesight.
A post for pet lovers and everyone who has loved Chuck from afar.
Hello, again, music: Tanlines, Young Fathers, Tame Impala, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Of Monsters and Men.