Rather Be Forgotten.

Do you have any of these cards? Chances are that you might. If you don't already, check in your kitchen, on your fridge... Yup, there it is. Right where it belongs. Or maybe you decided to frame a bunch and hang them salon style. Because you are just that awesome and you see the genius at work behind them. My wife made those cards. She still does, even though she swears off drawing all the time. Then she starts pumping them out again and makes piles around herself that are quite dangerous to sit next to because they could topple over and crush the air out of your lungs. You would have already been struggling for breath due to the unbridled laughter. So it is entirely possible that a stack of paper might crush what little air is in your lungs at this point right out of you. Perhaps viewed on a single card by single card basis they don't seem special, but therein lies the genius because viewed as a while they are funnier than anything you ever saw and surprisingly they create a narrative that should be collected, recorded and stored in the bunkers where we keep all those seeds in case of a nuclear war. They're that good. No gimmicky bull crap, just pure emotional hilarity in a style that is light years ahead of whatever the current watermark is that is reserved for such things. So if you have them, keep them. And if you don't, get some. They will be your guiding light through this life. I swear! All she needs is an address. Yeah, that's a threat!

Blurry Family Photo.

Do you ever microwave coffee?
This is a trick/habit that I learned from my Wife.
She leaned it from her friends that live in the geodesic dome.
It is not my favorite thing to do, but it is nice when you want some hot coffee in a pinch.

I left work early today, and by early I mean earlier than I normally leave work.
And by work I mean the 8 hour vacuum that is stealing precious time away from my family every day.

I been busy building things, did you know this?
I am getting ready for another open studio at my house.
It is on October 24th, and you are invited.
I may have already sold a piece, and that is good for my self esteem.
It is what David Lynch calls a "green light".
He is a very wise man, and I hope to some day meet him.

I can hear that Axel is awake now, his little feet thundering down the hallway above me.
Oh how he squeals.

It is officially the home stretch, the countdown to bedtime.
After which Truen and I will try to reconnect before we ourselves fall asleep.
I love Axel, but I miss Truen, and it feels like, for now anyways, I have to choose one over the other.
And it really isn't up to me to decide.

But we get to have a babysitter this weekend, and that is good.
Take care.
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