One paragraph for Steph/Andrew, one paragraph for me/Eric.
The boys share a sentence.

One paragraph for Steph/Andrew, one paragraph for me/Eric.
The boys share a sentence.

Steph and Andrew are going apple picking with their friends instead of hanging out with us. We are jealous and decided to poke.




Eric and I let Zack borrow our (Dad’s) car for the weekend. He returned it to the garage last night, which is about 7 blocks from our apartment.
Also please note how he totally threw his girlfriend under the bus.


We threw Mom a surprise birthday party here in the Outer Banks. I took care of designing/ordering the t-shirts and wine glasses and creating/hosting a “Who Knows Mom Best” trivia game.
The one job I delegated was to buy a grocery store sheet cake. I told Andrew and Eric before they left– a sheet cake FROM THE GROCERY STORE. You know, the shitty kind with the plastic top over it. It’s old school and totally artificial and mom loves it because it reminds her of childhood.
Also please note how helpful Steph was during this exchange.
Today is Mom’s 70th birthday. She is very busy.



Someone destroyed my parents’ mailbox in Potomac. Mom sent this email:

Followed by this email:

I can’t even by offended by this. When I saw the photo, sitting on my couch in NYC, even I wondered if I did it.
Just seems like something I’d do.

