Selling a house is not nearly as fun as buying a house. There, I said it.
For those of you wondering – no, I haven’t bought a pimped-out brown Taurus. That’s just my temporary ride while the ol’ reliable BPE gets mended following our excitement on Saturday night.
If there’s one constant in the universe, it’s that the Christmas lights on my house rarely stay in place.
If you were worried that you weren’t smart enough to hang in the end zone stands at a Raiders game, worry no longer.
The snowpocalypse is coming! Let’s all live in denial and watch a video of a cute baby instead.
As usual, the best of intentions have been totally screwed up by the realities of adult life. The whole 8-to-5 work thing didn’t pan out yesterday and it’s not going to happen tonight either.
Sorry about the lack of a promised recap, but this one’s not my fault. Our internet connection at home was for crap last night.