Making yesterday's tomorrow. Today.
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Mar1
I gotta get in shape now. Too much sittin’ is ruinin’ my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on, it will be fifty push-ups each morning, fifty pull-ups. There’ll be no more pills, there’ll be no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on, it will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. Oh, sorry. Do you have a ladder, by chance?
Chilax, dad. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, right? So top me off, old man!
Jan12
A young Alex, circa 1975 methinks, in snow. Compare and contrast.
Jan8
Wondering where to buy $150 tire chains at 6pm in a small town? There’s an app for that.
Mary watches her kick-ass husband take advantage of the ski in/ski out chalet condo Motel 6. That, or Bigfoot has learned to ski.
Olivia and Mary on the bunny slope. Mary was still a bit winded from writhing on the ground for 3 minutes after she fell exiting the people mover.
Olivia and Nolan, a very patient—and handsomely tipped—ski instructor.
Alex, rocking the hell of out his dad’s disco vintage Bogner onesie singlet ski suit. Take *that*, Roger Moore circa 1977!
Mary, sporting her new ski goggles, the ones that replaced the ones she left at home. If you’re going to have one pair of goggles, better make it two, I always say.
The brochure said hot tub. We could not find it.
Jan2
Piper’s 2009-10 school pic. Miss Porter’s School for Grumpy Little Ladies with Low Thresholds for Photographic Posing Pain. Star student, I’m afraid.
Olivia’s 2009-10 school pic. Mary decided it best she look like an extra for the penultimate episode of Mad Men, Season 3.
Dec25
Fake fireplace? Pulte. Red plate? IKEA. Lowfat chocolate milk? Chick-Fil-A. Reflected bokeh? Fermat’s Principle of Least Time.
Dec20
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, stuck in the middle with you, Santa.
