The babies on our back porch. Mama hates it when we’re out there. We’ll care when she pays rent. And we don’t stay out there long.
They kind of remind me of the sandworms in Dune.
The babies on our back porch. Mama hates it when we’re out there. We’ll care when she pays rent. And we don’t stay out there long.
They kind of remind me of the sandworms in Dune.
Now if I could take it straight over to my new office, that would rock.
Sums up what I went through here better than anything else.
Four more days.
I love these seats. Damned expensive, but they spoil you.
This is the brick Carla and I bought outside Great American Ballpark, home of the Cincinnati Reds. For those who aren’t fluent in either Latin or Cubs lore, it can be roughly translated as “Go Astros, Go Cubs.”
The bar in the way is mitigated by the bar a few feet behind me. We sprang for club seats. Go Cubbies!