She even hates “All I Want for Christmas Is You.”
Laugh now at Sadie’s fashion-forward ensemble. But next year, I bet you’ll all be wearing bandana-covered hemorrhoid pillows around your necks and pink bandages on your legs.
Sadie was rushed to the vet this morning for “exhaustion” and is currently on an IV drip for “fluids.”
I just learned she will be fine and can come home tonight.
So now, I will go put on mascara and stop crying. (By the way, there’s a free beauty tip from me to you, put your mascara on and then stop crying).
All I can hope is that my obese, one-toothed, eleven-year-old chihuahua will be a wake-up call for you, Lindsay Lohan! Sadie and I are pulling for you, girl.
Jim became an official BRO (with papers and everything). BRO stands for Bicycle Repair and Overhaul.
So please do not bicycle repair and overhaul Jim unless you know him.
— Stephen Sondheim
Jim has been out of town for a week; Catherine and I have reverted to our old ways.
Last night was spent pun telling and Gangnam Style dancing (my moves scared one of our dogs so bad she lunged and barked at me every time I tried to ride an invisible horse). This was all followed by falling asleep to an early ’90s “Law and Order.”
We didn’t choose the thug life; the thug life chose us.
I have never named a bike before, but I’m going to try to convince Catherine to call her new pink bike “Floyd.”
There are people who love dogs, and then there are those who sleep like this with their dogs.
Jim could be an expert cited in the self-help book “Men Who Love Women Who Love Dogs.” People would buy it thinking it was kinky and then they would be sad and have to rethink their life.
Catherine and Jim at the FedEx St. Jude Classic. I can neither confirm nor deny that John Daly’s pants took this photo.
I blame what has happened to Catherine’s leg in pictures these days on Angelina Jolie, the lack of prayer in school, and the rain in that Mill Vanilli song.
Catherine gets her permit on Monday. Please keep my family and everyone on the road in your thoughts during this difficult time.
This picture of Jim and Catherine melts my cold, hard heart.
The makeup artist darkened Catherine’s eyebrows.
I think she looks like a young Brooke Shields.
She thinks she looks like an old Groucho Marx.