I didn’t watch television today. I learned how to block trolls on the cyber-streets of the RASSM system, and I’m really good at it. There is so much more to life than mean tweeters.
…Or was I putting out the flames on the side of my face?
Yes, I do tell this story to literally anyone who will listen. I should have way more stories to tell about him.
Who else was told what 111 meant as a kid? Anyone? Happy 111! I’m so confused!
Step 1: Stretch Step 2: Toast it.
Our daily winter routine. It happens about five or seven times on a good day. When it’s windy and single-digits, one jaunt is enough for all of us to be glad the door can close and keep out the blowy winds.
Lemme figure out how to hold the kettle first.
Still no idea if he knew that he was the one who slammed the door, but it was fun to watch. HEY! It’s another year! Hello!