Another trip to the thrift store, another Elton John costume.
This is what happens when a college student lives in your basement.
The messy state of Marlo’s “reading” habit.
You should see the way this guy folds a fitted sheet.
This was a post I never wanted to write.
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you, too.
Unsure now how to feel about the return of his best friend.
In dog years he’s older than my father.
No, that’s okay. I wanted you to collect all of those leaves in your coat and drop them on the floor in the kitchen.
Oddly, the dog on the left looks a little more moody than the one on the right.