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Still looking for the allergy remedy that will render me useful again. Someone mentioned hot Cheetos yesterday, but I’m not a Cheetos guy. I’m looking for some random hot tea-lime-cayenne pepper-garlic concoction that will hit me like a ton of bricks. Until then, it’s Flonase. Not sure what the plan is, but believe me when I say that I’m strongly considering a Popeye’s run. 3-piece spicy seems like a good way to clear out the sinuses.
What’s for dinner?.
A dozen semi warm Miller Lites while I scream at college athletes.
Right there with you. Yelling at guys younger than me about how to do something they are much better than me at
You and my boss have a lot in common.
Get back to work.
Trump steak, which are truly the best steaks. WELL done! With Ketchup. Deal with it!
Ribeyes with Grandpa. He just turned 87 and can still drive the ball 230 with his new Callaway Epic. Love catching up with him.
Grandpa steak >>>
A friend bet I couldn’t eat 30 wings. I will be eating 30 wings while regretfully rooting for nOVA and drinking Coors Light.
That gives me indigestion just thinking about it. Fuck I miss my twenties.
I ate 23. I want to die.
Ayy go cats //
Solid choice on the rocky tops.
Desk bourbon, it’s going to be a late night.
Nothing like some after-hours bourbon to power you through. You got this!
Husband’s college friend and girlfriend are coming over for dinner. Husband and said friend are always in a pissing match so I’m bring my A-game tonight (he can’t cook for shit). Balsamic-raspberry & ricotta crostini, prawns with a homemade sun-dried tomato/spinach/garlic cream sauce over farmers market linguini and a shaved brussels sprout, toasted almond, and gorgonzola salad, finished with cannoli that I slaved over last night. And a shit ton of pinot noir.
Your comment and username have me so mixed up right now
I’ve mixed myself up, Northern Charm. Only being fancy because it’s payday.
Well I just got yelled at… so work I guess.
Basketball and Lone Star. That’s what sup.
The GF is back in town so probably her and a “kale”…. Whatever the fuck that is.
Bagel bites. Still at my parents house with a broken leg and my mom thought to get me a “treat”.
Girl you fancy.
Did I miss the story about how you broke your leg? If so, can I get a condensed version?
I fell on a patch of ice outside my apartment. Saw my foot go all the way around and heard it snap. A sight and sound I will never forget. Turns out I shattered my ankle and broke my fibula. 50 stitches later I am now the proud owner of a metal plate, 3 wires, and 12 screws in my leg.