This morning, I looked in my mirror and this horrible picture was staring back at me. I thought the Romney and Nixon photos were bad, but this one was the worst of all. Not only because it scared the piss out of me, but because it is Sarah Palin, spawn of Satan
Clearly, I am going to need an exorcist in the not too distant future. I'm not far from spewing green pea vomit to be perfectly honest.
When Luke was a kid, he loved to carve Jack o'Lanterns. He called them "Janks". I don't know why. The name, however, has stuck.
This evening Luke and I carved Janks and they are awesome! Evidence:
Luke's jank:
Mine:
We made a mess.
Luke cleaned the mess up.
I paid for the pizza.
It was a very good day.
Except, that I am back in the Boot from Hell. Have been referred to an orthopedic surgeon (the "surgeon" part of that makes me a little nervous. I've been cut on enough, thankyouverymuch.).
Right about now, Blue Cross/Blue Shield is shitting little green apples about my medical bills.
I couldn't care less.
