I cook… a little. A very little.



I cook… a little. A very little.



The Bruins lost.
The Red Sox lost.
Jen baked cookies, I mowed the grass, I did a lot of 5090 stuff. Karmically speaking, today was probably a wash, but pro sportsily speaking?
Loser.
Pay no attention to that fur ball behind the blackout curtain.

Look at fatty, getting some exercise, pushing that mower like a boss(loser).


Front yard done, back yard at about 40%, allergies outa control.


I’m listening to podcasts while working around the house. Right now The Bruins Diehards are interviewing Ray Bourque and I’m 16 all over again. Those were the days, man.
The NHL post season (or what’s passing for it in the age of COVID-19) starts today. The Bruins start tomorrow.
It’s just like baseball. I knew I was missing it, but I’m a little surprised to realize how much I was missing it.
Bring me that Stanley Cup!
The rabbit that invaded my parents cellar has been captured and released into the wild.
No rabbits were harmed. Not even wascally wabbits.
Patches needs to sweep that floor, damn.

WTF? The wax on the edge didn’t melt. Fail. Epic candle time lapse fail.
Time lapse. Again. Putz.

The actual video will be out early this evening.