The original blog that inspired my weekly column in Connect Savannah
My dog died.
My bike got stolen.
My life has degenerated into a country western song.
I’d cry in my beer, but PJ already wrote my name in it.
(Okay, that last part is pretty freakin’ cool. Time to break up the Pity Party.)
Hasta la vista, sadness. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.
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