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I spent all of yesterday believing it was Wednesday. The whole day. It wasn’t until dinner when one of the kids said, “Isn’t Thursday supposed to be Make It Your Damned Self night?” that I realized I was on the wrong day. (That’s what we call it when you’re on your own and eating leftovers,…

We were in Austin last weekend for Todd’s 20th reunion from UT’s MBA program. Somehow it’s been twenty years since we lived there for his studies and reunited with old friends, both the ones we’ve actually kept up with and the ones we hadn’t seen in two decades. Sidebar: reunions in the age of Ozempic…

A big task of mine this past weekend was cleaning out the fridge. It started as “throw out the leftovers” but quickly turned into “take everything out, including the shelves, and scrub like a maniac”… as it always seems to. If you’ve ever been envious because you think I have it all together, here’s your…

We saw Leanne Morgan on Saturday, and she was just as funny live as I’d hoped. Her recent glow-up looks like an overnight success, but the woman’s been grinding at this for 30 years. Respect. Also, plot twist: Oprah and Gayle were at the exact same show. We didn’t find out until the next day,…

This weekend was gray and rainy, so I finally tackled the projects I’ve been putting off since, oh, about 2017. Specifically: the messes that live under our kitchen and bathroom sinks. You know the ones. A disheveled graveyard of expired cleaning sprays, hotel lotions and half-used rolls of trash bags. Well, not anymore. I pulled…

What I’m about to say is nothing that should come as a great surprise to anyone who knows me, follows me or reads this newsletter: I’m a prissy boy. (Don’t everyone gasp all at once.) I like pretty things, and I think that gender norms, whatever the hell that means, are one of the most…