Dear Abe

Happy Birthday!

I like this picture of us.

I like you more.

In fact I love you.

Measured

Two parking lots, one car wash garage, a hole in the fence, a reusable cup, and sixty cents later…

A measurable amount of joy.

44 ounces to be exact.

Stands with a Fist...?

Today I noticed this:

Looks an awful lot like this:

If only I had some leather fringe.

My Day with Alexander

I didn’t realize my day was so bad until I called Mom and told her about it. She laughed and told me I should write a book about my day. “It could beat Alexander,” she said.

It’s true. In the last picture of this book Alexander ends up hugging someone he loves. Sunshine, crayons, and a blanket are all present.

My day ended with me throwing up. No hugging. No sunshine. No crayons.

I won. Or lost. Either way I plan on ditching Alexander tomorrow.