willow: I used to have those same goggles. No idea where they went. I still have a picture of my (then) two year old wearing them quite gleefully. Hooray goggles.
Me after living in a car or someone's floor for two weeks. Check out that beard. One day I'll hit puberty and be like the next Bob Seger. (Send razors. I really want to shave.)
Due to a condition called sleep apnea I have to wear this lovely mask while I sleep. It blows air into my lungs so that I don't stop breathing at night. I am actually getting used to it.
I think it's called C-PAP not C-PAC, but who gives a C-CRAP.
This was Friday night’s company field trip to watch the Tigers challenge the Padres at their idiotically-placed stadium. I have not been to a baseball game since I was a child and consider my country's "favorite past time" slightly more entertaining than golf.
See if you can find me, drunk on indies and imports on the way there, swinging a plastic budlight bottle like a bat. This bottle would later be used to make a drum out of my bucket O' cotton candy.
Was this the most humiliating moment of the evening?