Vanity Fairest

Last night, after an amazing dinner at Mercat a la Planxa (which has forever changed my negative opinion of Spanish food and lima beans), on one of our few actual “dates” since we moved back to Chicago and after an exhausting few weeks for us both, Rob and I came home late, looking forward to [...]

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We are dog-sitting Charlie while Ben and Abbie are on their honeymoon.
(Charlie being the aforementioned gigantic yellow lab. He’s, like, a hundred pounds, no kidding. His head is approximately the size of my ass, which everyone knows is quite large and juicy. He poops about a quart of poop, twice a day. It’s insane.)
At first, [...]

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