I proudly present the six impossible things I've been known to believe before breakfast. And maybe a few more.
Ferry trip home.
You guys! Now fan available!
Advertisement for my life.
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Progressive dinner part three. (post crab legs and pop into the Four Seasons’ ladies room)
Exactly how I encourage life to be - flee with your insufferable children to the restrooms, please.
Seattle Space Needle Sunset Spectacular, now showing nightly
Looking out Erin’s window for Stephen Holder. Please send all tips my way. #BreakfastBurritos
Southwest supplied G&Ts from DEN to SEA while watching highlights from the Katy Perry concert. #HowWeDo
My work friends really get me. Giant balloons, egg sandwich, tees about hating running, curse-laden cards, wine, and banana pudding. I love you guys.
People, it’s official. We suck.
NOT SO IRRATIONAL NOW, EH?
Meet my new Jawbone UP24. His name’s Harry Flugelman in keeping with my tradition of naming all my tech after “Three Amigos” quotes. Should I not meet my goals, I get to say “you hit Harry Flugelman on a bad day.”
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