We fled the summer hell in Arizona for heaven -- San Diego. Original plan was to spend more time in the LJBTC community. No Dogs allowed. But that got cancelled. We found a pet-friendly vacation rental in Del Mar, and that's how Carol Baskins got to rent her time with the 1 percent. She lived up to her name, sort of.
Some men show love and affection through jewelry and flowers. Some men buy houses and cars. I showed my love through eating.
For the first time in 35 years together, the Bear and I are doing a little bit of hoarding. I know what you are thinking, and fuck you. It's just a little bit of hoarding, and it's not for us.
I don’t need no IQ test to tell how stupid people think I am. I just need the Bear to leave for a few days.
There are hours (never full days) when I miss being a teacher. Then the Bear tells me "how her day went" and I remember: ohh that shit sucks.
I just recently found out that in 1987 I made the biggest mistake of my life. I got married.
Did I tell you the Bear had a stroke?
Don't worry it was long ago, and there are no obvious lasting effects other than (once in a while) she won't shut up about it.
Last year the Bear and I went to see Lewis Black in San Diego -- we won't be going back.
It's not the cost of tickets, or the airfare, or the hotel. My ass is used to getting screwed by them.
There's a list of advantages to only spending weekends with the spouse. Surprise visits is not one of them.
The Bear came down from Gilbert, and she was looking for a bowl to steal.