Can I get an Amen?!
Man, I should have stayed away from that tin of cookies. We were fronted a small bag of herbal prozac from a parapeligic peddler, so attacking the cookies was unavoidable.
It's grey and cold out. A day like this is rare enough in the desert that we call them all beautiful, and they truley are.
The Betty's off napping, the boy's off playing with friends...as for me, I'm gonna go make friends with the couch, read some Generation Of Swine, and throw on some John Lee Hooker.
Mahalo.