That the words “I don’t want my pickles crying all over my cheese” just came out of your mouth.

The word of the day is: Paddle.

[ pad-l ] noun a short, flat bladed oar for propelling and steering a canoe or small boat, usually held by both hands and moved more or less through a vertical arc. any of various similar implements used for mixing, stirring, or beating. verb (used without object), pad·dled, pad·dling. to propel or travel in a canoe or the like by using a paddle. to row lightly or gently with oars. verb (used with object), pad·dled, pad·dling. to propel with a paddle: to paddle a canoe. to spank or beat with or as with a paddle.

I don’t know about you, but I kicked the shit out of yesterday.

Monday came out swinging, too.

It was the first time that I’ve done any weight training in like four months.

And I got my shit wrecked.

But that didn’t stop me from carrying ladders and working on cameras all day.

Also I found a fuck-ton of cupcakes in a fridge and managed to not eat any of them.

I rewarded myself with Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie Oreos.

And lemme tell ya’.

They do not fuck around.

So far they are a solid second place to the carrot cake Oreos.

It’s going to take a bad mamma jamma to knock it down to third place, though.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually awake.

Like maybe this is all just a lucid dream.

That could be why nothing makes sense anymore.

Or maybe that’s just my brain saying it needs more coffee.

I should go remedy that.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC