We put our dog in a kennel while we were skiing and I went to pick her up yesterday. I was a really concerned 'dog mom' over the weekend and even called on Saturday to see how she was doing. When I went to pick her up I heard her coming down the hallway with her little nails scraping the tile and as soon as she saw me she proceeded to lay down on the floor, roll over and, yes, pee. It was kinda sad and cute at the same time. I felt like a parent who's childs diaper gave way. Apparently, it happens all of the time when dogs see their momma or daddy after a few days. I must say I'm glad that I don't up and pee when I see my parents. That would be a sight - in the middle of the airport - next to the baggage claim. But if I met them on, say, the streets of NYC I am sure people wouldn't even turn my direction.

God bless New Yorkers - they are the coolest damn people in the entire world. We went there for St. Patrick's Day two years ago (Wooo-hew!) and had a blast. Everyone was so incredibly friendly even when our friend Quentin was hurling in the city's ashtrays and trashcans - hey, it's St. Patrick's Day, man - it's ain't a real holiday without some form of bodily fluid being released in public. You can take that sentence whatever way you want, you perv.