To express how wrong you are.

The word of the day is: Merak.

A pointer star in the constellation Ursa Major, with an apparent magnitude of 2.4. See more at Dubhe.

I considered getting it tattooed on me.

I also tried to get one of the kids to draw it on my butt.

Neither of those things happened yesterday.

What did happen was a shitload of rainy chaos and other people being fucking idiots.

The fireworks stand I wanted to go to wasn’t open because it was raining.

Or because it was a Thursday afternoon, maybe?

I don’t fucking know.

I did find some honey roasted almonds at the grocery store though.

So it kinda balanced out.

We rounded out the day by listening to our kids complain about being taken to a free concert.

Don’t worry.

They complain when we don’t take them to things as well.

Just wait until I pepper spray them.

I’m about to take their complaining to the next level.

Today is Friday.

And then I “get” to people all weekend.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC