James Caan, 1975. Went a bit stir crazy today, so I decided to take a walk in the rain with my daughter this afternoon. Walked into our local B&N DVD section and there it was, the original Rollerball. $14.99 list, 40% off, minus an additional 10% for my membership. Walked out with a 1970s sci-fi classic for eight bucks.Stopped at the cafe for something to warm the walk home. Back into the rain for a couple blocks to Rite Aid for a nighttime mouth guard. Hooray. Then home to meet Tyler.
Talked to Gavin for a bit, then had a nice long vent with my mom. That always makes everything a lot better. Thanks, Ma.
Listening to Gossip in the Grain by Ray LaMontagne. I got the CD for the girl, but she let me rip it. Riiiip iiiit. Getting ready to make dinner. It's just hard to get motivated, and I have a tummy full of latte right now, so I'm not thinking about food at all.
My face feels weird since for Halloween I ended up shaving some intricate fuzzworks, then trimmed everything back to just the soul patch & chin. Not used to having a naked upper lip. Promised Rae I'd grow it all back out. She was happy to hear it.
Before.
After (and years younger, no?).Anyway, I'm gonna be extra good to myself tonight. Gonna have a beer with dinner, catch some DVD action with the kids, and hopefully get a jet soak before bed. It's the simple pleasures I often overlook.
1 comment:
Upper-lip man-fuzz is a loverly thing if'n you know how to use it right. I'm implying things. Yes, that.
(this comment brought to you by the word verification "wizmessi," which rhymes with "is messy," which is what the act in the comment above should be if'n you're doing it right. I'm still implying things. Yes, that.)
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