This morning, we had to make our way out the door almost immediately. My car had been worked on and needed to be picked up before my wife went to work. The kids were put in Lisa’s car, we picked up mine, transferred the girls, and I drove them back home. Phoebe and Zoe are hanging out in the playroom and I’m just now getting to have some coffee. Also realizing I haven’t posted in a few weeks. So perfect time for me to post the brain marbles that roll around as I wait for the caffeine to do its job.
This last week hurt. I loved David Bowie and Alan Rickman and we lost them both to cancer. It just sucks.
I will never understand people who have to be angry that someone else is happy. They’re not responsible for you not being miserable. But if for some reason they are, just throw mayonnaise at them and move on with your life.
Our cat will never be a professional boxer.
I get to play D&D tomorrow. This pleases me.
My children both seem very interested in what their own feet smell like.
My wife and I have started referring to any nighttime snacks we have as the Fattening.
I hope everyone who cares about it has seen The Force Awakens by now. As for those that do not care, I can only assume they’re plotting something horrible.
There have been a few days lately when hiding under a nest of blankets has been very tempting.
It seems that something you do as an adult is talk about the virtues of crescent roll dough.
I miss Jell-O Pudding Pops, but I fear their legacy has been tainted by the whole Bill Cosby situation.
Okay, folks. That’s all I’ve got in me right now. My girls are also currently demanding that I go join them in the playroom. Never let it by said I’m not willing to spend time with my kids. Hope everyone enjoys their day or, at the very least, doesn’t have a crappy one.