In case you were curious.
This speech ranks up here with anything Shakespeare wrote for Henry IV or V, I’d wager.
My beard is too short when it’s just been trimmed, but then it reaches this optimal length where I’m very happy with it. And then, suddenly and quite without warning, in a split second it goes from optimal length to too long and unruly. It’s annoying.
I mean, if the connection is there, why not embrace it? Or at least start calling him “Van” and teach him the chorus to “Brown-Eyed Girl.” That’s pretty easy.
He cats are amazing corporate strategists.
Happy Easter! Hunting for eggs is very entertaining.
The Wife got her hair cut yesterday. She also had a purplish-pink streak put in. It’s quite fetching.
The Wife is on a cleaning/organization jag this week. I’m a little terrified.
The Wife gets even more creative with her cooking during breaks. She’s going to do a pulled pork thing that should be super awesome.