Woke up at 6:30 today and got down to business.
Stopped at the tack shop on the way into work to get a fly mask for Zed (I’ve shortened “Ziggy Piggy” to “Zed” for now as I pursue a less gay and more that-guy-who-raped-Marcellus appeal to the big horse). Got the jumbo size. It should fit well.
Time flew by at work and I headed home. Another sweet ride on the 407. I’m loving it!
Headed over to the Mom’s place to fix her computer and cut the grass (in the rain). While I was there I unearthed this gem of a photo. That’s me in the back and Andrew “my hamster just died” Barnhardt in front. This was taken 25 years ago in 1982. I think this may have been the peak year of my life. I hadn’t yet been deflated by the arrival of glasses and I was still being dressed in sports-themed attire, almost as if to suggest I’m a male.
Gotta say I’m very close to returning to that hair style, though I doubt it’ll be Swedish white ever again. And man, could I be any less concerned about my tooth gap? How inspiring! You rock 1982 Barnhardt. You rock.
Got back home and Kat had barbecued dinner. Tasty. And now I’m producing gas that’s chamber worthy so I head up to bed. A good day to you all.