Finding a reliable dogsitter has become a problem. We haven’t needed one as of yet, but after booking our trip to Chicago in December, the hunt is on.
I didn’t think it would be this big of a problem, but there are certain factors you just don’t forsee. Like your uncle’s dog biting your pup in the face!
It happened a few weeks ago. Fitz was 100% fine, his eye was a little red like it was poked, but no worries. Tiff and I always dogsit for my aunt and uncle. Their dog Lady was one of the most laid back and quiet dogs we know — or so we thought.
Continue reading ‘Throw me a freakin’ bone’
It turns out that public humiliation is only bad when you have enough energy to care.
Tiffany and I got together with members of Tiffany’s family to participate in the National Kidney Foundation’s Walk & Run Saturday morning at Polaris Fashion Place. We participated to honor the memory of Tiffany’s aunt Pattie, who passed away two years ago.
Tiffany, her mom and her aunt Becky decided to make T-Shirts for the event because, well, arts and crafts equal a fun Friday night for them. The guys of the group, Tiffany’s step dad Jeff, uncle Mark, uncle Jim, cousin Matt and brother Grant all bit the bullet and made their own shirts as well — each spending roughly 8 minutes writing “Team Pattie” in manly, thick block letters. Mark, to be exact, shortened “Team Pattie” to simply “TP” and the date.
Continue reading ‘The walk of shame’
In the last 10 days I have vacationed in Las Vegas, turned 30, had my brand newish 2007 Civy backed into by a neighbor and most importantly, asked Tiffany to marry me.
It’s been quite a ride.
A Christmas morning brunch set the stage for the event as my grandma J and Tiffany’s Mom, step dad and brother all gathered at our house to open presents.
Continue reading ‘She said yes!’
I quit smoking back in January. And I went months without smoking a single cigarette.
I caved and picked it up again over a few days at some point this year. Then quit again. And as it stand now, I cheat on occasion.
Like this last weekend when B.A. came to town. He used to smoke as well, so now he only buys cigarettes when he comes to Columbus to hang with me. Or when I go to Columbia City.
So I get to use him as an excuse to bum a few and he gets to use me as an excuse to have a few. It’s not a bad little system.
Continue reading ‘Tiffany Finds Cigarettes That Are 8 Years Old’
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