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Grogu approves.

When we adopted Patches 11 years ago the shelter told us that Patches had kittens at some point in the past.


I guess that means it’s Mother’s Day for her too.
My wife got me a birthday present yesterday. Something so far above and beyond the call of duty that I was literally speechless.
It’s a brand spanking new Gibson Les Paul Standard 50’s (tobacco burst). The one with the big chunky neck that after one day I already love more than words can express.
I spent about an hour and a half to two hours just noodling and then recording some parts. My finger tips are killing me, and they are pitch black from the lacquer rubbing off. It’s so friggin’ cool I can’t get over it. What a kick ass birthday present. I had no idea. None. Zero. I am shocked and awed and very thankful.
What a way to kick off my 50’s! Let’s get the band together so I can show it off! Awesome!
Last week I asked my love what she wanted to do for Mother’s Day. She said to make her breakfast.
Done!



Harry was on waffles, I was on bacon and sausage.
Happy Mother’s Day, Jen! We love you so much and we are thankful for all the things you do for us.

Well, there you have it. It’s midnight so it’s May 8th. My birthday. I’m fifty years old. Bring on the existential dread. Happy effing birthday.

I hadn’t even left yet and I was already missing them like crazy.
