Must be hysterical, love dogs, and smart. My real life is quiet, at home with my dog, or swimming in the lake. My other life is a professor of art, the one who gathers my friends to go kart, the worst joke teller ever, and never the quietest one. I am currently listening to my dog snoring watching bad reality tv, and writing this. A typical week is just like this: I just got back last night from work in Montreal or Seattle. I missed my dog. I am dreading mowing the lawn, but excited to plant my tomatoes. The laundry pile is sky high but all the dishes are done and the rest of the house in good order. I am almost out of toilet paper, but well stocked on feta cheese (with mint and arugula my new combo). Since it's summer I have to work on a huge list to keep myself on track (self discipline is utmost in my career). Tomorrow I want to sleep in, but the dog has a grooming appointment at 9, I have to edit a paper and then swim team at 6. I always feel great after a huge swim, but never really want to go. Rinse and repeat. That's the rest of my week.