I wholeheartedly and un-jokingly blame Trump for my (crushingly personal) baby-misadventure.
Learn about Atticus Pug’s origin story; why my dogs hope and pray for my downfall on a daily basis; and how part of the pug lifestyle is accepting that every tangible item in your world will henceforth represent your ownership of a pug.
Tensions were running high. Soon I’d be asked to urinate outdoors in a campground leveled by a forest fire (was God’s message to stay home any clearer?).
Have you ever dropped a tab of acid while at work and thought you were in Richard Scarry’s Busytown? Yeah, me neither, but sometimes I think that’s the only way I’m going to survive until I can retire. (Includes bonus douche bag-to-human translation for common office jargon!)
My camping origin story. Includes a flash-flood at Mammoth Caves in Kentucky which had TT threatening to put me on a plane back to Seattle, and me angry with TT for using hotdogs to encourage raccoons to cut our throats while we slept.
I conflate two things I dislike–sports and camping–although only one of the two requires outdoor urination.