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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.)

Q: Name 3 things you wish you could change about yourself. (Healey)


1). My crooked smile. Between many life occurrences and a few early skin cancer removal bouts – my smile is very crooked. The nerves and or muscles on the left side of my mouth don’t seem to be able to hoist my lip as high as the right side. This would all be a moot point if I could just get in the habit of clenching an unlit cigar in my mouth a-la-Hemingway or ye olde sailor man.  I need to look in to that.

This is the ONLY thing Harrison Ford and I have in common. Damnit.

This is the ONLY thing Harrison Ford and I have in common. Damnit.

2.) My unending suspicion of ALL people. The idea that some people are just playing the ‘long game’ to fully screw with me. It’s a lot like playing musical chairs. Every minute. Of every day.

For someone who is as gregarious as I reportedly am, I am not – as it turns out – very trusting of others. But there are reasons why I turned out this way (read: I blame other people for this flaw.)  I recently had someone I'm getting to know say to me “There is something you don’t know” [cue dramatic music]… as a way of explanation for something that occurred - and then proceed on as if NOTHING was said and I should not be alarmed by that combination of English words. <blink> What-the-helllllllllll......?

I am now EXHAUSTED from the amount of suspicion-induced-bell-ringing that event caused me. And now I don’t care. I just left all the shields up in that general area for good. Not sure what others would have done. But there you have it. #crazymaking

I want to be suspicious... I just have no. more. energy.&nbsp;

I want to be suspicious... I just have no. more. energy. 

No. Ugh. I think I just restarted the whole thing. Someone kill me. I hate the unknown.

3. )  My total lack of personal willpower. Diet? What? Screw that. I’m going to eat MORE. That’ll show them. Ha! 

I blame my mother for this.

But it only ever shows me… right around the waistline. Nothing like being defiant and portly.

Can you tell I turned myself in this morning? I am now 8 hours in to the Post Vacation Rehab (PVR) program. I had carrots and water for lunch. (sob)