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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.)

Leftover Hypnosis Commands


NaBloPoMo Theme of the Day:  Describe your relationship with your parents. How has it changed over the years?


I feel like all I have done this month is write about my parents.

So, I'll just say that they are lovely.

They are shorter now than I remember them being (before).

We are all much better friends now than I ever expected when I was 17. But that isn't terribly surprising.

I was an ass when I was 17.

Moving on...

So, today I came to terms with the fact that I have a weird quirk that I have no control over. That is fantastically dangerous. This is what it is ...

When I see an automobile accident within 50 yards of me I immediately turn my car off. While it is moving. I know... it is uncanny. It happens so quickly that I have no control over it. It's like I must have been hypnotized once and all these obscure commands are still stuck inside of me.

I feel bad for my car.

It seems as surprised as I am when this happens.

We both go "ohhhh nooooo..... ugh. Why is the car off and still moving?"

and the car says "because you are a fricking mental case that turns the key when she get spazzy."

It's hard to steer while the car is off. And still moving.

Today when it happened I threw the keys on the floor. I think.

I mean one minute I was singing really well to the radio and then we were all sad and rolling towards a mailbox at about 20 miles per hour.

And then I realized I should use the brakes.

Tractor Tipping on Disney Video

People around me always believe that my car was also in the accident and they are totally confused about how I could be with the proximity between the two elements. Like we were in Serbia and I was hit by shrapnel. Big huge imaginary shrapnel.

It's hard to explain.

Thankfully the dog is always confused in the car so he is really my perfect co-pilot. He just looked at me and seemed to say "dog park?"