A Super Bowl party is a damn lonely place if you don't care about sports. I went to Tery's bar, City Pub nee Toby Jug, for the promise of a free half-time buffet and the chance to see Ryan (which I never miss). It was loud, boring, and the only food that appealed to me from the buffet was a hotdog and nachos with toppings. In between a ( Read more... )

This announcement is a bit overdue in coming, but we recently said goodbye to our cat Polo. It was sad, but she was 19 years old, hyperthyroid, arthritic, and it was discovered had fluid in her abdomen, so it was her time. She predated me in Tery's life and was her steadfast companion through 10 moves (spanning 3 states) and 2 relationships ( Read more... )

I'm not saying that Tracey FCW has been added to my T-Mobile My Faves™ circle so don't jump in my shit. However, she was decent enough to write back to us using our new door note system, apologizing for any noise she made and hoping we noticed that she took steps to correct the problem immediately. She even left her phone number at the bottom, ( Read more... )