wiley bastards.

things have a funny way of always working out for the best.
our fuck up (okay well, mostly mine) isn't gonna throw us out of whack as much as we thought.
damn at&t.
it turns out liz is going to europe this summer,
and her friend shauna gets to see my wife #2 this summer.
me?
well the wife (#1) and i are building a house.
i'm super excited about that,
but i'd be lying if i said i wasn't jealous of liz and shauna.
this weekend should be nice and relaxing.
i was avoiding giving Honey a To-Do list,
but Harley's escape from base camp has inevitably provided her with such a list.
she will be ecstatic about such pleasures.
speaking of such animal escapades,
some frisky lil squirrel has been digging in my potted flowers on our front porch.
not cool, not cool.
tomorrow, pepper corns will go in that flower pot.
yea, we'll see who's asshole hurts then.
snarky assed bastard.
vengence will be mine.