Their name is I Can't Afford A Kemper and this is what happened to my tax return.
I'm healing up pretty well from my surgery. Still a little bit of swelling that should go away over the next couple weeks. Also looking forward to being able to have a slash and burn salt the earth level shave. In addition, dog.
To help me out while I mope around doing as little as possible recovering from surgery, my partner gave me cock.
The dog looking out the window, longing to see a friend, next to the goofiest guitar I own.
Found a bunch of digital photos from when my DSLR was still exciting and new and I actually took it places and my photography résumé is "some doofus who's way too excited about shallow depth of field".
There's still an AQI > 150 today so I'm refusing to go for a long walk outside and someone is demanding entertainment that isn't fetch, tug, or chase the light reflected off my watch.
I'm experiencing acute anxiety. Here's a dog:
One of these days I'll restring a guitar the way you're supposed to so the bridge doesn't fall off (but not today).
Cecilia doing solo dog agility Calvinball on our morning walk.
#dogsofmastadon