Husband, father and writer with delusions of grandeur, perpetually on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Seems like a harmless enough game...
Spending the evening with a pair of hot twins in a convertible. Pretty sure their breasts are fake.
Don't tell Mother Nature, but Zan & I are here ... and it's NOT RAINING!
Now that's what I'm talkin' about, baby. (Two-hour delay for 5-min drizzle. Can you say "Bad call"?)
Do you see any ballplayers on that field? Me either.
The "C" word.
The Perfect Passengers.
Name-dropping: just hung out backstage w/ Michael Anthony & Sammy Hagar. I shall never drive 55..
Patron margaritas straight up with salt, dead center.
City skyline to the left...
View from the hotel. World Trade Center and Boston Harbor to the right...
Well, we didn't have any cheap booze handy ... but it tastes pretty OK with top-shelf stuff.
Geez, and to think, all this time, I've been wasting it on *good* booze...
Wow. In the midst all this apple-pie contoversy, Wonder Woman whips up another!
That week we just spent on a private beach greatly detracts from my current surroundings.
Finally caved in and got the kids some pets.
Hark, is that an apple pie being made? (Mental note: must try Photo of the Day tactic for lingerie.)
Aw, how cute; mouse got jealous of all the attention iMac was getting, so it up and died.
You know you work from home when you see this 10 years after buying your car.
Ladies and gentlemen: the training wheels have left the building.
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