Now that the polar vortex has broken I’ve got a chill I can’t seem to shake. My insides feel like they’re constantly shivering even though I’m fully-clothed under a warm blanket with a tiny, furry…
Posts tagged Walter
Day 138 of 200: Sully Kravitz the Smartest Dog Here
Walter is curled up on the couch next to me, he’s leaning against my left leg and I keep taking my hands off the laptop so I can pet him and tell him how much…
Day 122 of 200: The Brothers
I officially ruined Thanksgiving at 2:08 p.m. when I quizzed my libertarian, Trump-voting nephew a little too severely for his tastes and he went upstairs to his bedroom not to return until well after dinner…
Day 103 of 200: Scenes from a Weekend
Me: sits down on couch after going to the bathroom. Walter & Sully: stand in front of me tails wagging awaiting food. Me: “Stop it, ya bastards. You don’t get to eat every single time…
Day 101 of 200: Stop With the Doorbells Makers of TV Stuff
I had a bowl of chicken noodle soup for dinner 15 minutes ago and I think it was laced with something. As I type I can barely keep my head up and my eyes open….
Day 89 of 200: Weekends with Walter & Sully
I’m of the belief that being a non-custodial pet owner is the best deal in town. I get Walter & Sully about every other weekend. It’s enough time for me to get in a lot…
The Cheese
I didn’t sleep very well last night. It was the first time in twenty-one years that I had gone to sleep in my house completely, totally, utterly alone. No cat. No dog. No roommate. No…
Nothing Good Comes from Waking Up at 7:45 a.m.
I didn’t wake up at 7:45 a.m. today. No. I slept until the crack of 8:30 (I think, morning seems like a long time ago now). I woke up at 7:45 a.m. on Friday and…
C’mere, Pooty Poo, I Want to Pet Your Butt
Through a series of circumstances, travel plans, and other things that are too complicated (and boring to anyone who isn’t me), Walter lives with me now. At least he lives with me now until June….
Anti-Bummers: Because I’m Pulling Myself Out of a Funk
BOGO cherries (that’s buy a pound, get a pound at my local Cub and if you don’t think I can eat two pounds of cherries before they go rotten you don’t know me at all)….