I’m not sure where the weekend, Monday or today went, but suddenly it’s 5pm on Tuesday. I’ve been doing stuff. New projects (would you expect anything less) job interviews, new writing gigs etc. I hate doing the flirt, dash and run update but I’m afraid that’s all I have in me at the moment.
Look, it’s my daughter:
Umm, look! It’s Ants on a Log:
Look! It’s my genetic eyebrow showing up in my son:
Do you feel cheated? Do you still love me? Are you still coming over this weekend with a 6pack of Red Stripe?