One of these days I’m going to stop breaking my blog.
In other news, thanks to peer pressure and desperation, we’re on day 9 of some serious sleep training bullshit. Maybe don’t ask me how that’s going. Though you can probably guess. So yet again I’ve got nothing for you but some uke. And a Paul cameo. And my fivehead.
I promise I’m going to find a way to get a haircut before next week. We should all celebrate with copious quantities of cocktails. In fact, let’s just go ahead and start now, shall we? Happy MFBT, even if it’s a day late!