First Peter Frampton, then Donny Osmond, and now… and now Sweet Micky.
Whenever I used to travel I always forgot something important like my toothbrush or, you know, pants. Not anymore!
The bad news is that I didn’t get that very special passenger to gather his brothers and play “Crazy Horses” for everyone on board the plane. You’re going to want to go ahead google that original video.
Rise and shout, the cougars are down there somewhere!
A marvelous surprise I found on my phone, and yes, it is now safely archived on two different hard drives.
This isn’t to rub it in, it’s to celebrate and give thanks to a weather pattern that has given our heating system a welcome reprieve.
A few things I’ve learned while standing in the security line behind a woman wearing boots that lace up to her knees.
I’m getting a nosebleed up here on this soap box.
We are so excited that we can tweet from planes and our kids will grow up, time travel back, watch us do it, and make the jerk off motion.
Home is where the salt is.