I'm not exactly sure how we got here but every December we convince children across the world that there is a dude, most likely a diabetic, with a closet full of red and white pants suits who knows when you're awake. It's the only story where a strange old man with a beard in costume... Continue Reading →
Sunday Funday
Sundays are my favorite. In my world, Sunday is a day to reflect, watch football or Game of Thrones depending on the time of year, rejuvinate for the upcoming week and dabble into the occasional bottomless mimosa. Growing up, Sundays were like unofficial bonding days. After church, we would stop at the bakery on the... Continue Reading →