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Crofton, MD, 21114

A long-running personal blog shared by two authors with completely different approaches to life. And a lot of large, beautiful photographs of dogs and nature and places we've traveled to. Rich in commentary and irreverant in style. 

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We started blogging a long time ago. Our work hours never aligned with recommended psychotherapists and we needed to get our thoughts out. We are great friends, total opposites and long-time housemates. This was a way to communicate. With each other. With strangers. With consumer marketers. With sub-par meteorologists. With distant friends who wanted to see pictures of stuff we were up to.

This is the place. Our bucket of thoughts to share. You are welcome. 
(We realize that most of you are here for the dog pictures.)

Mother Nature…drunk with power

Healey

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We are having another storm. I think I might have intentionally watered my garden twice this summer. The DC area has turned into a climate mixture between a armpit  and a water park.  But I love a good storm….so I’m not really complaining.

My son is in the other room watching the worst of the Indiana Jones Movies. The one with Spielberg’s wife or ex-wife or whomever the hell she is. The blond one. This Just In - she is a very bad actress. Throughout the movie you just keep wishing she would die. Let a tree fall on the bitch. Anything…just stop the incessant screaming. She and Ford have the chemistry of a scalpel and a shoe.

My son is about three steps behind taking Ebert’s throne as a movie critic. Honestly I enjoy his movie reviews more than some ice cream. This weekend he went and saw Wall-e. I asked him what the movie was about (he went with his father).
“It was about a robot. He was short. He broke his girlfriend. Then he broke his gun and he got really mad.”
Now do you get a better synopsis than that?

Honestly, if my boyfriend broke me AND his gun…I’m pretty sure he’d mourn the gun, too.