Nothing like having to stand and hold hands for five minutes to learn not to fight with your sibling.

Some things never change. They just get older.

Taco Thursday

Walking around downtown this weekend.

New poster for my office at work.

Halfway through Cake’s Comfort Eagle (whole album), my son says

What kind of music is this?

I turn to the back seat of the car

90s post-grunge slacker pop.

Pause. And then from him

Oh. That was…specific.

So Beyond. Past Bed and Bath. Into the Beyond. Balls.

Fuck. That was…not easy.