My dad has a story almost weekly. Some are funny. Some are shocking. Some seem too good to be true. But that’s the kicker. They are all true. My dad (Bud, for those who know him) used to frequent a particular Dunkin’ Donuts. For the coffee. I would eye roll too, but...
I think I’m finally ready to open up about the journey we’ve been on for the last few years. I haven’t really written about it because I honestly had no idea how it would end…or when it would end. But here goes nothing. For the last 2 years and 3 months...
The day was doomed from the get-go. I left work and had a missed call from #bud. When I called him back he said, “Fine time for you to call me back now, I had to get the neighbor to help me!” The code pad for our gate is damaged...
“Let’s have lunch together,” he said. “Let’s go to Target together after,” I said. Two statements I fear will never be uttered again. October 7, 2014, started out as any morning would. We needed groceries, our first choice is always Costco. Anytime #bud hears the word Costco his ears perk...
Today, we rebel against life’s rules, boycott a lot of things, and celebrate our liberty and freedom to do whatever the heck we wanna do on a Tuesday because…’merica. -We play in the dirt. -We play with hazardous items. -We eat two things of curly fries. -We eat the curly fries...
A man came to the house today to give #bud and Nance an estimate. They are building a garage/barn/showroom/man cave. Got all that? Yes. In one building. If there is one thing you need to know about #bud he loves loves loves to negotiate. He never settles for full price. Never...
