We’ve been watching “Walking Dead” because the graphic novel was awesome and because it’s set in Atlanta. After the first few episodes I’ve taken to walking around the house with a walking stick that I have that’s got an axe head on it… just in case.
Flemish and German Medieval or Gothic 13th C.
The Mode in Costume by R. Turner Wilcox, the first garment 1944
They’re a bit slow, but the man does have survival instincts. He keeps a stash of chocolate in the house just for me.
We played Mario Kart.
A nice long downhill ride is awesome until you realize you’ve gone the wrong way and gotta go back up it again.
I had the pencils done before he got out of the bathroom.
Whenever my mom mentions something on Facebook I get the deer in headlights look as I try to remember if I’ve posted anything incriminating lately.
I made up the part about the thong but my mom really did call me and tell me to get back to work. Apparently she keeps an eye on the time stamp of the increasingly inane comments throughout the day. Though I don’t have anything online that’s nearly as….interesting as some of my brothers work. I don’t think I could really shock my mom if I tried. My sister already brought a republican to dinner that one time. Awkward.
The testosterone is usually inspired by logic but it took a couple of these before I was able to squash my knee jerk feminist reaction “You can’t tell me what I can or can not- oh shit, those roads are a death trap for bikes.”
I found some back roads with more speed bumps and less traffic.
I did some sketching while my neighbor and I sold some stuff at a yard sale in August…aaand I had some friends over and wasn’t able to get a big art piece done for today. We played Mario Kart and I lost a lot but had fun doing it.
Probably more like something you don’t want to have to say in the bedroom… or ever.
