We have this running joke about Mom's planner. Mostly it involves my brother wailing and flailing as he struggles to flee but insists it's too powerful: It has its own gravitational field! It's like a black hole! There's no escape -- I will be consumed! (He collapses to the floor and claws at the tile.) … Continue reading Talk Nerdy to Me: The Bullet Journal
We brought Remus home as a fuzzy, clumsy, eight week-old puppy back in 2007. It was the summer before my senior year in high school.