It’s Monday again. It is Thanksgiving week. I am going for two cups of coffee today. Maybe snort some pixie stix too. It could only help at this point.
I haven’t had this tired of a Monday in a while. I suppose that’s what all the traveling this weekend did to me. And all the baby holding. You will be relieved to know that the baby is still alive and well after the holding.
You will be happy to know that I thought of some of you while I was there.
Before you ask, the answer is yes. I was walking the grounds of Color Run alone with my phone taking pictures of unsuspecting girls’ butts. It’s an old hobby. I also witnessed my very first female grown mustache for Movember via a Quizno’s sandwich artist. Actually, now that I recall, it was a chin-beard and wasn’t for Movember at all. It was, however, impressive. She had less than zero fucks to give.
I will get into more detail of my experience with the color run at a later date, like after I snort enough pixie stix dust to get me through the holidays. In my last post, I promised a mustache reveal today. I am a filthy liar. There will be no such reveal. Until Wednesday that is. Shit happens. You are all too busy having beers with my dad anyway.
- Polls Are Not For Strippers (25tofly.com)
- A Tale of Five Mustaches: Movember, Week Two (nymag.com)
- Thanksgiving knocks at the door (readaloudsforallchildren.wordpress.com)