Disheveled half-thoughts about fatherhood, husbandry and the macrocosm. It's a love story.
Dad: “I’m realizing that at this age, if I get injured it doesn’t ever heal…it just becomes another lifelong ailment.”
Wifey: “Use it or loose it bro.”
I just fucking pulled Spanish rice out of his diaper.
I don’t think anyone has ever accused you of being demure.