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Day Four: Death March Without Cocktails

I’m sitting in a hotel room in Charleston, South Carolina, right now. Sarcasmo is stretched out on the bed across from me, peeking desperately at my computer screen as he tries to see what I’m writing about him.

Actually, it’s pretty complimentary. We just got back from a walk around historic Charleston. It’s nice. Really nice. [...]

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Didn’t There Used To Be Carpet In Here?

I can’t decide whether my mom was a genius or an evil genius. I’m leaning toward the evil side because I just can’t figure it out. When I was growing up, we lived in a two-story house. The upstairs basically belonged to my sister and to me, even though we were allowed tv privileges downstairs. [...]

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Yoga! Yoga! (Or Was That Toga? I Always Forget.)

Really, it was the downward-facing dog pose that did me in. My wife, known to many as She Who Can’t Sit Still Without Making Someone Exercise, had recently gotten into yoga and decided that it was time I joined her in a couple of sessions. I couldn’t say no. I mean I literally couldn’t say [...]

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