Guess what? Everyone’s favorite (“favorite” is code for “perpetually menstrual”) blog is back in commission. That hiatus was the little bitch of hiatuses, I suppose.
In the time I was gone, things were broken (hearts, bro codes, fingernails, and the raccoons knocked over a recycle bin in the garage, which broke all sorts of glass), people were drunk, and I’ve also leveled up quite a bit.
What’s important about today is that I spent some quality time with dad and Joey. We went to Borders, where I purchased Luscious Lemon Desserts and The Essential Bartender’s Guide, which will contribute to my efforts of being a zesty, culinary alchemist by day, and an ass-kicking, apprentice grasshopper by night.
Dad is home next week on a paid vacation, so I endeavor to drag him to Tai Chi and see if I can’t get him to activate a little bit.
If you haven’t met my dad, let me tell you a little about him. He’s a Sagittarius who has spent most of his adult life within the confines of a cubicle. For the less adept in solar astrology, that last sentence translates into “My dad hates his life.” If you go beyond solar astrology and connect the planet dots in his natal chart, it draws a rough picture of Satan giggling.
Btw, Happy Belated Father’s Day to all you dads out there reading my blog, if there are any. (I kind of hope not?).
Tags: Astrology, Father's Day, lemon desserts, mixology, Sagittarians, Satan
