I’ve been eaten by the foam cube pit. Don’t rescue me, it’s great

Conference room all to myself. I feel like I should be doing a shenanigan but it’s Saturday and I honestly can’t summon the motivation.

I’m not big on astrology, but I was born the night Dusty gave the Hard Times promo. That’s closer to me than any stars ever were or would be.

Oh, Baton Rouge.

Really need to get the heater rigged up on the stock tank pool. A hot tub would be fantastic for this coming weather. Another project. Soon.

I feel like if anyone was ready for whatever happens, it was David Lynch

Eldest told me today I look like Mr Incredible two weeks into his workout routine.

Shit, I’ll take it I guess.

White people taco night

Last of the last pork butt. Carnitas street tacos.