Friendship is gathering the rented garments discarded during an alcohol induced dance fury.
Trying to guess the WEP key for this church’s wifi. The altarboys aren’t talking.
Impromptu grilling. Smores. Brats. Catan strategies.
“Ugh. Take this one. It looks a like a shotgun wound— I like that! Looks like my chin that one time!
Just gave Beatrice a hot wash and wax. She looks stunning. I bet this is what it feels like to have a kid.
If you like you can imagine the bicep kissing scene from American Psycho. Only replace the mirror with my truck’s gleaming ebony hide.
Picked up BFFs at O’Hare. They surprised me with matching beards. I’m… So Happy.
Woodge just had a bad dream and woke up startled, hissing. Blinked twice, curled up and went back to sleep purring his head off. Normal.
What started with old (garden) tomatoes and cilantro ended in a bloodbath of sauteed mushrooms and garlic. Chips/salsa/pierogi for dinner.