Perhaps my favorite portion of the year, this is when spring meets summer, and the days – when they are sunny and warm – are meant to be shared by the pool, on the beach, or in the chill of well-regulated air conditioning. Friends and family abound too, which makes it that much warmer.
They’re still trying to ban my ass on FaceBook. (And failing!)
Keeping things tricky.
I got a lap dance by Hedda Lettuce.
The fact remains: Josh Duggar is a child molester.
June 2015 – The month that summer arrives in burst of sunny, bunny glory. All hail the season of the sun!
Day beauty, too.
The twins graduated. From pre-school. It was epic. (And check out that bad-ass Noah taking charge of his ark!)
Suzie tried to prepare me for turning 40, by going first.
Everything smells better in summer.
Marriage Equality for all the land.
Taming a monster.
July 2015 – Summer is a time for friends near and far, for those just visiting, and for those who linger a little longer.
It’s a time for stupidity.
It’s even a time for a naked Justin Bieber. (Eww, and sorry.)
I still want to smell like a London gentleman.
August 2015 – The month is which I was born, made extra special this year for a number of reasons. Starting off with the beginning of my very last tour… The Delusional Grandeur Tour: Last Stand of a Rock Star.
Beans! Beans! The special beans!
Wanting more summer tomorrows.
Planning for the day I turned 40.
Meet my new publicist!
Teaching my brother how not to be such a dick.
Tour Stop: Cape Cod.
Just in time for my 40th birthday.
In my birthday suit.
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