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!
Cute! Paul is quite the going concern!
I was JUST thinking about you when your post popped in my box(settle down, pervs).
Dude, day NINE? And you’re not openly weeping and/or drinking on camera? You so have boobs of steel.
Hold on, it will happen.
Your kid totally wants to sing. And play drums. Mark my words. MUSICIAN.
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