Happy Birthday, America

Dear Friend,

I'm off to the beach. If you're reading this, you should be there too - it's a holiday weekend, you know.

Cowabunga,
KB

Mother, I Can Feel The Soil Falling Over My Head...

Dear Friends,

Sometimes, things don't work out so well.

But you probably knew that already.

xo,
D'Artagnan

Happy Baby-Daddy's Day

Friends, Romans, Republicans, lend me your beers.

This is an experiment, something new that I'm going to try out. This blogging business. Blogging sounds like a sex fetish involving an overweight woman and freshly cut lumber. That seems appropriate enough.

Well, until I test this out further, this is probably as good as it's going to get in terms of posts. I'm sure I'll wholly absorb this soon enough and spend the majority of my time in a feverish sweat doing this. But for now, you kids have the night off.

Have a happy baby-daddy's day tomorrow; take that little hellspawn of yours to Sizzler or something.

xo
KB

PS - In the spirit of the solipsism, narcissism, ego and general self-involvement that a blog entails, here is a picture of
Keith Richards wearing a t-shirt with a picture of Keith Richards on it.