Fine, I’ll celebrate my own way – by choosing my favorite five entries from the last 100:
Prognosis: Meh. Glad my head is healed up, but I wish I could still use it as an excuse any time I screw something up. Brace yourself and go here.
Cruel Irony. If I ever miss out on a great opportunity like this again, put a gun to my head. Oh, wait, here.
Scrappy. June at our place looked like a MASH unit. Time to feel Ricky’s pain here.
Official Selection. I’m actually not a wine drinker. Raise a glass of Yoo-hoo with me here.
What I’ll Miss. Cows and a butler? Time to start a new bucket list. Relive the crazy good life here.
