My local library’s opinion on the Oscar mess up.
The wife wanted me to make the garage opener more visible.
Can’t trust cats.
Look, we know you’re going to throw it.
Apparently none of that experience was with math.
So my cat crazy mother figured out how to change the WiFi name today, now my neighbors must think we’re running a brothel. Great.
My friend is a zookeeper. This is one of her friends hanging out in her car on her break.
Praying for snow.
My favorite Queen song.
Wish someone felt the same way about me as my friends dad feels about this big ass sandwich he just made.
You know traffic is bad when a taco truck opens up on the freeway.
Day 46: The family still suspects nothing and accepts me as a good boy.