Wanna See My Buns?

Well here they are, you freakin' perverts...


They're kind of blurry, but you get the idea. And I was SCRATCHING the TIP of the inside of my nose. NOT picking it. Jeebus. Don't you people have husbands with trick cameras, too?!

You know, Zack is SO going to freak out when our Roomba gets delivered.


Could scaring the piss out of your pooch with a vacuum cleaner be considered cruelty to animals?

Going to work when the moon is out fucking sucks...


And it's often a bit chillier at that hour, too.

I was digging the view from my desk today.


Fortunately, I wasn't DIGGING through a foot of ice while standing on a roof today. Though the view may have been better from up there. Arguably.

Sometimes I like to tell myself that the summertime is not SO far away and soon we'll be camping and four-wheeling and shit...



...then I go outside and realize that we can't even SEE one of the four-wheelers OR the pop-up camper and the only four-wheeler we can see is, uh, on top of a flatbed trailer. Then, camping and shit seems MUCH further away.

I haven't talked much about the snow because I figger you all get sick of hearing about it, but FOR REAL! WITH THE SNOW! It's insane. And I love it. So, so pretty.

Keep it real gals and guys. Oh yeah. One more thing. Tomorrow is the ten year anniversary. I wonder if I'll cry? I haven't yet. And I'm not so much feeling it either. But, that's usually the way it is. It sort of side-swipes me like a hefty bag of rocks out of nowhere in the middle of the afternoon. Oh well. I'm always up for a good healthy cry. Especially one that celebrates how far I've come.

Peace out, punks!