lately: bought new Husqvarna (Swedish) weed-wacker
Rex: portrayed Ray Charles for school thing, did world’s worst science fair project, earned gray belt in jiu-jitsu
Quincy: bought her 10 new colors of play-doh because it was a father-daughter activity that we enjoy. She won’t let me have any.
Coach Jr: has giant balding head, undersized but overfat body, stopped spitting up, has four teeth, eats mush; can’t crawl but rolls across floor to locomote.
Karena: promoted to like lieutenant colonel of boy scouts. new position takes tons of time. Salary: $0. Number of recipes involving an open fire and tin foil that she’s told me about today: 3
Me: almost killed (accidental crushing not homicidal frenzy) a kid who ran up to me and tugged on my shorts when I was about to descend in a squat with 410. bought my bench into jiu-jitsu place so I could bench. learned that military/push/btn pressing only does not improve bench pressing at all.
May elaborate on any of these stories. May instead relapse into 3 more months of silence.