Just perusing local animal shelters for the dog I’ve wanted my entire adult life, when an hour goes by and I find myself on a waitlist for an Appaloosa names Jlo.
You know what lives rent free in this dome of mine, that one time in 6th grade that I attempted to flirt with a boy I liked by telling him how many people with his last name were in the phone book… I’ve peaked for sure.
I was helping my 8yo godson clean his room and found his water bottle with a sticker that says “hello, my name is: doing my best” and I’ve never been so proud.
Asked the boys over coffee and burritos how their day is going…. One tells me if you put an ice cube in your bootyhole you can make it through anything.
So no shit there I was, doing yard work, AND THEN I trip on a lid into the garbage can, fuck up my arm a bit. Now I have to tell people I burnt it on an engine just to keep my street cred.