For when you want to become a respectable accountant with a golden retriever and a solid 401K… But you kinda want to slam dunk & date chicks, too.
Toe Up From The Flo’ Up… or in this case, The Trace.
It was Internet Cotillion. All that was missing were the white gloves and an awkward waltz partner.
Rambler: resists the listening with all her might & mouth. What happens when a loud mouth is forced to listen?
My last post was about breaking routines, deviating from the regular route, living wild and free (so long as you have a superbly generous babysitter). These time-as-open-as-a-field days were beautifully lazy. They mostly consisted of not doing the things I was supposed to. I enjoyed them so much I took another and another and then 30.… Continue reading Giddy up… or just anywhere, really.