Posing like a fucking boss, this is my tribute to the Super Bowl, and I’m taking the lazy way out with a simple Monday morning recap. A lot of stuff went down this past week, most of which didn’t make the blog. Read between the lines of this recap, and strike a muscle pose. Like a meathead. Wearing spectacles. (Oh, and follow me on TikTok or whatever you’re supposed to do there – I’m on it, I’m into it, I’m TikToking for you – for all of you!)
Hello again, Earl. (That’s Mr. Grey to you.)
It’s been three months since I had any booze and, oddly enough, I don’t miss it one bit.
Andy’s ongoing Audi adventure.
It was a snowy winter morning in January, and that has made all the difference.
I took Suzie to see Matthew Bourne’s ‘Swan Lake’ this past Friday and it was just as enchanting as I remembered it. (Suzie may have fallen asleep at one point. And she left a huge mess on our table at the Russian Tea Room, but I told all the servers who stopped by who did it.)
Dreaming of Ogunquit makes the winter bearable.
Speaking of winter, we have entered the final full month of the beast, and though it’s a leap year it’s still a short one.
Chicken soup for the soul and the stomach.
Baring my ass for the Dolly Parton Challenge, like you knew I always would.
This Super Bowl mocktail is counter-programming at its best.
The limited selection of Hunks of the Day included Taylor Swift’s beau Joe Alwyn, Charles Michael Davis and Patrick Mahomes. (More to come this week, I promise!)
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