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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.)

Mr. Mysteriouso


NaBloPoMo Theme of the Day: Pick up an object and describe it in such minute detail that your readers can draw it without ever having seen it.

He’s suave. Always well dressed. Latin by birth. His perfect posture accentuates the tailoring of his pale three piece suit. Even in the warmest days of summer, he never perspires. The linen material never buckles. His collar never turns. Temperatures don’t affect him. This goes for his nature as well. He is unflappable. Silent. Stoic. Patient. Strong.

He needs no language. I understand him. He has seen me in the worst of times. With my heart in pieces from the death of something. Important somethings. The passing of an animal. Long love lost. The handicapping of dreams. Weak moments at best.

He stands beside my bed and serves as the somebody that I am with in those moments. So that I am not alone. No one has ever asked about him - so I need not explain. When times are good - before I retire - I pick him up off the bedside table and I kiss him on the hat while reciting things that I am thankful for. It is the only time he is ever physically moved. He moves a lot. I have an enormous amount to be thankful for. I am thankful for him. And for the 17 years he has stood there.

I got him at a toy store in Seattle, Washington after a fortune teller told me I would end up being with "a short man." The short man I was dating at the time never got around to asking me to marry him… and it may never have worked. So I saw him on the shelf at Archie McPhee’s in a package marked “Mr. Mysteriouso” and I thought to myself “Well my mom always hoped I would be with someone who could tan.”

Sadly, he does not tan. But he does glow in the dark.

…and I love that.