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.
It’s Spring Break! Who’s wearing pants? Not this guy!
Well, except for when I go to my doctor’s appointment. And when my friend Emily comes over tomorrow so we can record music.
And let’s not forget that the president is okay to launch sixty tomahawk missiles at Syria, but God forbid we accent any refugees fleeing things like chemical attacks or anything.
Anyway, were probably all gonna die soon, so there’s that.
Corndogs and tater tots without ketchup? What’s even the point, right?