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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. 


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.)

Abandoned Roses


Someone (who is insane) has either forgotten that they received roses for Valentine's Day... or, after receiving the roses they went out to Potbellie's for a celebratory sandwich and was hit by a truck and killed in the street. It has to be one of those. The damn things have been sitting in the communal kitchen for THREE DAYS.

Day one..I admired them all tucked into their plastic tourniquet awaiting a vase and glowing affection. I added water to the vase on the shelf and left them out for the person.

Day two... I replaced the water and added three cups of ice and moved them out of the sun. They were still wrapped. but I took the green styrafoam off the bottom so they could drink and cut the bottoms a bit to relieve 'stem stress' (how gay am I?).

Day three... where is this bitch? Seriously. These roses are mine. Screw her. She better be dead.

They are beautiful, no? So sweet.

Sheila and I decided that the patterns on the floor look like trumpet buttons. Can you tell I never played an instrument? You know what I 'm saying.