And now you're singing it

I know it's fueled most of my success

I'll play if I can be the Jolly Rancher

I need to send this to wirecutter

I notice he's been doing a bit of mechanicing recently.

The only thing he's worse at than not getting lost driving in a straight line

is working on vehicles.

It seems like just yesterday

Teen Queen, 3 months

Teen Queen's High School graduation was last night, and even though she didn't walk across the stage (too hot, too crowded, too long), she has her cap and gown hanging on her door like a wreath:

FYI, that creeps the hell out of me at night when I'm up wandering the halls. It's a wonder I haven't blown holes in it yet. She also received her official Panhandle High School Diploma:

Things are changing around here, new challenges, new adventures. I, as a rule, don't like change, but as a parent, I have had to embrace it. This has been rough on me. When I picked them up from school yesterday, it hit me hard. This was the last time we were going to do this; no more ARD meetings, no more football games, no more proms. I feel like my job is being phased out.

I still have mine

Okay, "balls" sounds so benign.

We had 2 inch diameter hard marbles on strings.

Tell me what you see

The internet has ruined my innocence.

The snowflakes are pushing full retard

I can think of a few

It's all about doing what you love

Even plants have more ass than wirecutter

Words to live by

People don't like to be reminded they can be victims

Southern etymology

And on it goes...

Monday, Week 6 of the Bathroom Quagmire.

No end in sight. Contractor has been absent for two weeks due to a misordered tub, then a week-long conference in San Francisco. Over a week ago, it was "We'll be there Monday bright and early." Today it was a text at noon, "Just touched down in Dallas."

This was supposed to be from the "Total Bathroom Renovation in 3 days" guy. Six fucking weeks, three of which I never saw a single worker. I will never ever hire another contractor to save myself from a little work.