hecubus

Heh. You were housed, my brother.

The major crises on this end weren't really a major crises (hence the nice thick sock metaphor). I just started a new part-time job after gettin' hit with a period of some pretty intense parenting. Katie had a long weekend booked up with yoga seminar type stuff, so it was just me n' the little one one-on-one for lengthy periods o' time, all of which led up to D-Day job wise. It was a rough week, but I survived.

And what's the new job, you ask? Scoopin' frozen custard, man!

A'yup,

hippy oyster drunkubus, heh heh.

man, you look ripped!