Monday, September 21, 2015


So much of being an adult is bringing a bottle of wine someone brought to your house to someone else’s house.

Unfortunately, I never made it to the party, thanks to the stupidest blackout that hit my street. My garage door wouldn’t open, so I was trapped. The only things on in the neighborhood were my living-room ceiling lights.

Earlier in the day, I managed to squeeze in some uncle time. Offer up a little motivation.

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