It's a new art form, showing people how little we care.
It’s cool, Phil. I didn’t want to read the magazine anyway.
Time for homemade chicken noodle soup.
Need. More. Coffee.
I’ll be whatever you like, your seafaring love to the shore. When the tide came in there was nothing left but an albatross hanging from my neck and just as you could not contain the sea you could not contain me.
Bye Houston, it’s been fun.
One ring to rule them all, a.k.a. how we spend our last night in Houston.
Our new cat.
Hanging with the stingrays.