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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.)

FEATURE: Houses Healey Wouldn't Live In


Far off in Portugal’s Fafe Mountains (everyone knows where that is right?), is A Casa do Penedo, loosely translated as “the House of no fricking warmth whatsover.” Built in 1974 as a cozy country home, Casa do Penedo is carved from and wedged between four giant boulders.

And if that wasn't inviting enough, inside, there’s stone furniture, a fireplace (likely in stone), log railings, and servants quarters. No there are no servants quarters, stupid. This is bloody well Shrek's weekend home.

"Not entirely surprisingly, Casa do Penedo has become a tourist hotspot. And because of attempted break-ins and rampant vandalism, the home now sports not-so-Stone Age bulletproof windows and a steel door; the home’s current owner has even decided to move due to rampant looky-looing."



What could you possibly think would be in this house that is attractive enough to steal? I look at this structure and immediately see primitive wood spoons and hard benches.

This is where I would SEND people if I decided they should suffer. Certainly the Anderson Window contractor did just that. Look at those windows. Not to obsess - but they don't look like windows that open. So... naturally you would suspect the mutton they regularly serve at mealtime would have stunk the joint up.

oh, and p.s. - nice chimney.