What’s Tuesday again?
Titties or tummies?
Hell, it’s barely Tuesday, so here you go.

This puppers knows exactly what he’s doing and it’s working.
Also, it’s 21°. I’m gonna be late.
Happy Friday!

It’s Fat Codger Friday, or whatever you Rapunzels say.
Anyway, I went to the gym or whatnot.
Happy #FCF, y’all.

The result of Thanksgiving R1:
Fighting food coma & onslaught of the work week with Bluesky.
Trying to feel cute and thinking it’s time to start doing cardio.

Thanksgiving Round 1 (with The Mister’s fam) was today. I got home from the Clemson game last night and had to make the dessert. It involved cocoa and I can terrorize a kitchen, so no shirt. I was clearly feeling my shoulders in that apron, but hey… I can cook.

For reference, the beard.

Trimming the beard was… a choice. Oh well, it will grow on me or grow back. Thoughts?

Gym progress (let’s call the Before) pic.