*blue balls not included.
Our first-adopted turned three while we were on vacation (based on his estimated DOB documentation). So, we naturally celebrated when we came home, regardless of him feeling a bit under the weather. And that he has a surly disposition on party hats.
FANCY FEAST CAKE FOR EVERYBODY!
This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
