It’s stressful to agree with both of you on this.

As far as Fred Savage, I don’t really hang out with my co workers after work. I’m friends with them and we all have a great relationship here at the office, but we have much different lives outside work and other than maybe dinner or a company outing, I wouldn’t just hang with them.

Hmm I see your point but I’m inclined to believe that last year’s festivities were 95% professional photoshoot and 5% actual fun. Everything was SO staged. I bet there were contracts.

It looks like my Dad AirBnB’d T. Swift’s place with his buddies for the Holiday weekend

Me on the Celine Dion post:

I agree completely. It’s hard. Terribly hard...but if your body can’t keep you alive due to a terminal non curable or treatable disease, then you should not be alive.  

I read elsewhere that the experimental procedure the parents want (which has not even been tested in mice) would have zero chance to improve his brain function even in the most miraculous of best-case scenarios. This is Terry Schiavo all over again. The brain matter is irreparably damaged, full stop.

I hate these stories. They’re impossibly difficult and cruelly unfair. But I’m still of the mind that if my child’s organs cannot function without a machine doing the work for them, this is not life.

Bully breeds for the win! This is our rescue bulldoggo Rufus. He’s obvs a very good boy.

My doggo - Maxwell Von Snort (rescued him about 5 years ago)

Here is my sweet Boston rescue, LuLu, scouting some squirrels like a good dog should.

This is Daisy and Theodore. They are Good Dogs.

Augustus

Sydney the mini-Aussie. Complete with 4th of July bows so you can tell she’s a good girl.

Gromit (Golden Retriever/Labrador Retriever cross) aka The Fern

Adoption agency said he’s a chihuahua mix. I’d bet the other half is a wiener, which makes him a chiweenie, which I’m still getting used to saying. He’s a little dude with a big heart (and a reconstructed pelvis from a car accident that occurred before we adopted him).

Your Sadie is related to my Franklin, maybe.

Bitsy - rescue, poodle/shih tzu mix (yes, a shipoo), 12yrs old, blind, deaf and was always as dumb as a box of rocks.

But she loves me unconditionally. :)

My Kali (pit) and Jasper (beagle/fox hound). We just found Jasper a few weeks ago and now we can’t imagine life without our little man.

Here’s Thor, finding out I wasn’t going to volunteer to walk him at the shelter anymore, because I decided to take him home.