I’m worn out, but I’m trying to get the posting caught up. But I’m skipping a post here and there for a reason.
Yesterday was the day my Zeus became mortal. Yesterday was the day Olympus crumbled.
These days, feel-good stories seem few and far between, so I thought I should definitely share this one.
I’m feeling pretty relieved about things.
I didn’t care much for those socks anyway.
I’m not the neatest painter…
That’s the before, plus the after….
As I mentioned, I’ve been helping with some minor bathroom repairs.
Melinda said I should show teeth, though.
Now I have my watermark, four years in the making.
The building was in the way, I was tired from not sleeping for several nights running, and I was battling The Headache that Wouldn’t Die.
Man, the photobooth has seen some things, and this year, I hope, will be no exception.
I was pretty proud of how this came out.
Things have been weird and hard lately, and Caz likes mangoes, and I was tired.
On the upside, I got some work done and I got my hair cut.
I needed some quiet time to figure out how to deal with some personal family stuff.
I keep trying to explain this to Annie, but she just won’t listen.
So a thing happened a few weeks ago that involved a broken mirror, a Toyota Camry, some contraband, the 13th, a daring escape from Canada, and a surprising amount of blood.
I think Caz has discovered the Kryptonite to weaken my funks.