Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

Christmas came really early

Saturday night Anna Beth’s intern threw together an extravagant dinner of root vegetables, salad, and lamb. Just, POOF! A meal. A delicious meal that fit squarely into my diet. So delicious, in fact, that I let the dogs lick the plate that had been holding the grilled lamb. I don’t let the dogs do this much anymore because they like to gift you their farts afterward, and you know what? I’ve got plenty of farts with two kids, guys, I don’t have any room for more.

Guess what? They gifted me their farts.

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