I took this picture in Denver. Now I'm in Kansas City, where the plane has a stopover before continuing to Nashville. Sitting near a mother and two little kids, I realized: this is very likely the last time I'll travel when I'm not a dad. Holy cow.
What a shame. Who now will call for nuking Mecca? … Don't get too excited, though. He's still running for president, and "if" he fails to win the nomination, he may run for Senate. Ugh.
There's nothing like spending your birthday sitting through a boring, six-hour-long mandatory Colorado Bar Association ethics class… ugh.
Here’s what’s going on as of today in baseball. If you thought that baseball was going away until spring, you were wrong. :-)
Have no fear, I’ll be keeping you all updated throughout the "off" season.
According to a survey in Glamour earlier this year, the average person begins to consider him/herself an adult at age 26.
Well, I guess that means I’m officially an adult.
Though I have a feeling the real, undeniable confirmation of my adulthood will arrive in about two months…
P.S. I set this post to publish at 9:22 AM Eastern — my birth time. :)
Becky asked me to ask y’all if you have any favorite 1960s documentaries. The reason for her query is super-secret, but she could definitely use some suggestions, so please leave ‘em in comments if you’ve got ‘em!