January 8, 2005
January 8, 2005
Scenes from a Saturday afternoon
me: “Uh, what in hell happened to Saturday morning, is what I want to know…” my pillow: “Dude. Brush your teeth.”
January 8, 2005
Armadillo…?
No, not today, I’m afraid. Earlier I dressed him like an organ grinder’s monkey and had him begging for beer money in front of Wal-Mart. He’s still pretty steamed about the little red vest and fez.