I’ve left my blog to be gutted, redesigned and renovated while I’m in Europe on business for most of January. I won’t be around here to monitor the comings and goings, so play nice, kids. I left $300 in a sugar jar over the stove, and you have Nana’s phone number written here on the fridge.
If my blog was a stately suburban home in an affluent Chicago neighborhood, or, say, a prized collectible racecar, some mop haired doe-eye teen star would learn a LOT of those tricky teenage lessons of life you don’t live in the honor roll world in a wild weekend of cops, girls and crazy predicaments…


Nag, Nag, Nag