
There will be so many unicorns in it.

There will be so many unicorns in it.

We’re back from the beach. It was a fun week, where we didn’t spend much actual time at the beach, what with the rain and all, but I did take lots of naps.
Sunday, I helped my brother prepare for a presentation he’s giving in a week or so. It was…a poster.

Adding that second door was, like, the innovation of the decade, I’m sure.

It’s really down to just the left hand now, and it’s been a couple of days, so I’m pretty sure it’s not a heart attack. Dunno why it hurts, though. Maybe I’m just getting old?


The city of Arlington was under several feet of water on Monday, apparently. A la Waterworld.

Adam was right, that would’ve been much funnier.

Helping my father-in-law take out a fence the other day revealed that the posts, while not cemented in, were buried really freakin’ deep.

Happy Independence Day, ‘Murica. Except Trump. Fuck that guy.