Meatball

Mmmm, puréed meatball. Yummy!

The Best Glass

Now that my last Lowell Devils beer glass has died an unceremonious death in the dishwasher (as few days ago. There was an understated yet tasteful memorial service), this is now the coolest drinking glass in the house.

Riveted

PatchRabbit is riveted… again.

Proposal

14 years ago today I popped the question to my beloved Jennifer. Smartest move I’ve ever made.

Later this month we will have our 13th wedding anniversary.

May is kind of a big deal for us.

Happy proposalversary to my love.

Riveted

PatchRabbit is riveted.

Record Every Month

Remember the RPM Challenge’s Record Every Month challenge thingie that I did all last year but failed to finish anything in March or April this year?

I just threw together a simple, quick, and dirty little thing that could end up being a May submission.

Meatball

Jen made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner for her and Harry, who coincidentally started a new job in a restaurant today, and she purred a meatball for me.

It was my first post-op taste of red meat and it was glorious.

It made me think about eating at restaurants. My go-to is usually a steak, but there is no way I’m going to be able to eat a whole steak in one sitting now. I’m going to have to learn how to be the kind of guy who takes home the leftovers. Maybe I’ll keep a cooler in the trunk of each car, or something like that.

Guitar Day

I went exactly two months without playing guitar…

…before I played today.

I played my SG because it’s the lightest guitar with the smallest body and I figured it would be the easiest to deal with against my recently sliced open gut.

There were no issues.

Life is good.