My mom and Greg made this yesterday. Really don’t know what got into them, but it’s hilarious. Apparently, they’re not into cooking, but arranging the hors d’oeuvre into shapes is acceptable. I think my mom mostly did it to freak out Patsy.
Picked up our new backcountry XC ski setups this morning. Just in time…
Rocking George Strait’s greatest hits in the office this morning. Dear Greg puts up with me. During Amarillo By Morning (which he has never heard), he said, “I mean, you didn’t really need to write a song telling us where you’re going to be. You could’ve just left a note…”
I could really get behind a post-apocalyptic video game with @wernerherzog as a main character. #youmustneverlistentothistape
I wonder how many times in my life I’ve written “Go tit” in an email instead of “Got it.”
A fly in the bedroom at night is bad. A dog barking at a fly in the bedroom at night is worse.
Remember that time when the Muppets weren’t advertising cars and iced tea? That was awesome.
