I just said goodbye to my dad and step mom. While we had a nice visit, I can’t say there was any heavy drinking. Let’s just leave it at I had a taco that didn’t agree with me. Party over.
However, I did impress the hell out of them when we were at dinner and a reader recognized me (HI DELIN!) and came over to say hello. It totally made my day and inflated me to celebrity status as far as my folks are concerned.
Dad: This must happen all the time.
Me: Oh yes, totally. Maybe sometimes. Not really. Okay, never.
I took the day off of getting rid of crap because I’ve been trashing stuff like nobody’s business and needed a little break. I must say that it took a little psyching up to get back down in the basement today. It speaks volumes towards the importance of consistency. If you want to make something a habit, truly a part of you, opting out can’t really be an option.
Today I grabbed a bag of stuff under Lonny’s downstairs desk and hit a treasure trove of junk. Check it out.
Here’s the video of Testiclese working the ‘chucks. He is clearly his father’s son.
Also of note, I saw this ad campaign in Volcom’s window on the mall. It deeply saddened me that this is somehow a covetable image of beauty and desirability.
Slack-jawed, vapid, dead-eyed youth with no visible brain activity. I can’t believe this sells anything. Please don’t let my boys think that this is what a pretty girl looks like. I mean, she is pretty and the model might be a genius working her way through med school, but still.
Oh, and I’m also extremely excited that I just picked up my 400th follower today! It doesn’t mean I actually have 400 people subscribed to my blog, WP will count the same person multiple times if they sign up for emails, and if they have a Twitter and Facebook follow, so I actually have a good deal less than 400. But given that I started with zero followers and was stuck at 12 for months, this gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling.
Thank you for following and for reading and for taking an interest in my life and all the shit in my basement.