Of chicken.

Happy International Chicken Wing Day!

Those wings weren’t nearly as good as I wanted them to be.

I am back!

I’d like for you all to give a big round of applause to Jitterbug for her spectacular takeover of the posts while I was gone.

She’s just amazing.

sigh.

As promised I have Saturday’s and Sunday’s photo for you.

I survived our deep sea fishing trip. Me and the boys had a great time.

It was pretty fucking surreal at times.

But I got to mark another item off the ol’ Bucket List.

And add another state to my map of states I’ve traveled to.

But seriously, it was three days of good food, laughs, and friendship all in honor of King Dingus getting married.

It was a whirlwind of peopling non stop for three days and I am glad it is over. I’m fucking wiped out.

It’ll be nice to get back into a semi-normal routine again.

For a few weeks until wedding prep stuff ramps up to eleven, that is.

Then I’ll be running around like a dude with his chicken cut off trying to keep plates spinning and put out fires.

I’d love to stay and chat, but I am going to go enjoy a quiet morning with coffee before I have to go to work.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC