There's Nothing Like a Hot Bath

There's nothing like a hot bath on a cold night. Better yet there's
nothing like the glow of candlelight, soft music, a good book and
some well deserved privacy to go with the hot bath. The problem
lies when Tanner hears the "tick", "tick", "tick " of the hot water
coursing through the pipes and then he knows what's happening.
He likes a hot bath also.
As I relish my precious alone time, I hear the sound of a hard
head hitting a solid wood door. That would be Tanner "telling"
me in no uncertain terms that he wants in. Therefore I can enjoy
my bath with unrelenting, maniacal screaming on the other side
of the door or I can give up my bath....Is there really a choice?

'Tis The Season To Not Say What You're Thinkin'

For twenty-odd years I've never had a natural hair color. I've
never had the "whole wheat honey-blond ponytail tucked under
the organic cotton blend Patagonia cap. (Dave's dream girl). And
yet, for twenty-odd years Dave has never even had hair; you
know, like the golden, curly, wind-blown surfer locks on
Christopher Atkins in the movie "Blue Lagoon" (my dream boy)
Well, around Christmastime I made a slight change in hair color...
By now Dave should have realized that I'm a person of conviction.
I don't have a lot of in between attitudes. I'm all in, or I'm all out.
I'm passionate, or I'm indifferent. I'm honest or I'm silent. I'm
black or I'm white. Most of all I don't seek approval.

So when Dave woke up with a brunette one morning he asked me,
"Why can't you just have normal hair?"

Well guess what he got for Christmas! I'll grow my hair out as
soon as he does.

It's Shiny!

There has been some interest in Dave's colonoscopy outcome:
May I be the first to commend him on his robust and capable
colon. May it continue to be stalwart and serve him well into the
future.


Dave, you are so full of... life!