Erin Weed arrived, and she didn’t kick my butt. In fact, we had a great time catching up, and realized it’s been over a year since we hung out in person.


I didn’t even have to pull out my fake letter from my hematologist. Or the fake emails from readers concerned for my well-being, hoping against hope that I wasn’t going to be beaten to a pulp... so I could live to blog again. So what saved me?


A wedding anniversary. Today is Gwenn and I’s four year wedding anniversary.


Positively for using anniversaries to your advantage, Positively Against Prop 8.

Shawn