Saturday, I had an epiphany: I suck at relaxing. After shopping for groceries, mowing the lawn, and spending over an hour plucking weeds from the ground in 90-degree heat I wandered into the backyard, sweaty and sore, and found Tara kicking back on a zero-gravity lounger in the shade of our ash tree, Kindle in … Continue reading I Suck at Relaxing
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99 Bottles of Beer on the Floor
It was yet another busy weekend. I swear, I say that all the time, but I feel like I never get any downtime. I mentioned this to my mom last weekend and she said when married couples both work full-time, it's inevitable that weekends are filled with chores. She's right, of course. At least if … Continue reading 99 Bottles of Beer on the Floor
You, Me and Fido Makes Three
Yesterday, we ventured into Portland despite the threat of a big windstorm. We were craving a quintessential Portland Saturday, which meant we had to start out the day waiting in line more than an hour for brunch. On purpose. Because that's what goes down in the Rose City on weekends. Portlandia devoted an entire episode to … Continue reading You, Me and Fido Makes Three
Mark My Words 