Yesterday when I was looking back through my archives for the post I wrote about September, I realized oh, bleeeeeggggghhh. Last year at this time I was right in the middle of training for that marathon. I can’t even type that word without wincing. In …
Because he can’t put his paw on his hip and yell, “Suck it.”
This is one of the windows in the basement.
There are no words. There’s only: OMG WTF.