The terrible two's

Because party or no, you've gotta give the boy something to open on his actual birthday.

Current beer-scale: 7.6 & drinkin' in bed

Old legs get older

Woof.  First commute as a 35-year old this morning, and it was a doozy.  Still on the single speed, and got passed a little too close for my liking coming around the curve at Fullerton.  So I hopped on and stayed with him until my exit.  It didn't feel too bad while it was happening but I feel a little rubbery now.  Not in a bad way though.

I can't believe I got this old.  And to think, I've got another one on the way in a few months, life has a way of keeping you young not matter how old you say you are.  Good times.

Current beer-scale: I'm buying Guinness at lunch so it's pretty high.

Let's just say

someone is going to lose his shit when he wakes up tomorrow.

Best $30 we've spent in a while, but I'll admit to not knowing what the wife spent on my great presents either.

Current beer-scale: 7.6 & enjoying a nice bed whiskey