Guilty of Anthropomorphizing

Tara and I were shopping for groceries last week and I sort of freaked out because she was grabbing cans of cat food from the shelf and throwing them into the cart without even looking at the flavors. “What are you doing?!” I shrieked inquired. “Buying cat food?” she said, turning a declaration into aContinue reading “Guilty of Anthropomorphizing”

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Call Me Lazarus

My ongoing battle with telemarketers continues. I don’t know why they love to bother me so much. It’s as though I won some sort of lottery where the grand prize is daily harassment instead of a few million dollars. I have tried every trick in the book to shake them, but nothing has ever worked. AContinue reading “Call Me Lazarus”

Un-July

Living in the Pacific Northwest, there isn’t a lot of variation in the weather. A typical January day looks like this: Peek outside in March, and you’re liable to see this: Curious about November? Here’s what you’re going to find: Yes, it’s very often a broken record around these parts. But there is a briefContinue reading “Un-July”

Yabba-Dabba-Don’t!

Like many social media denizens slash foodies, I like to take pictures of my food. Mostly these turn out decent, but I learned yesterday that it is virtually impossible to make split pea soup look even remotely palatable. Regardless of how delicious it might taste, it’s going to resemble something regurgitated by a baby. Case inContinue reading “Yabba-Dabba-Don’t!”

I Survived the Ghost Pepper

Sometimes, you’ve just gotta recharge your batteries. Tara has been working a lot of long hours lately, and craved a weekend getaway. When she suggested an impromptu adults-only trip to the Oregon coast, who was I to argue? We were able to find a last-minute deal on a beach house in Pacific City, and headedContinue reading “I Survived the Ghost Pepper”

The Best Surprises Involve Sand Between the Toes

Saturday morning I woke up and Tara was standing by the side of the bed, yanking the covers off me. “Get up,” she said. “We’re going to the beach.” “No, we’re not,” I mumbled sleepily, confused by my wife’s declaration. She was going into the office to get some work done. We had no plans.Continue reading “The Best Surprises Involve Sand Between the Toes”