Adults suck.

Especially when you become one.

My advice?

Die young.

Whoa.

I went dark quickly today.

It’s probably because I’m worn the fuck out.

I didn’t forget to make the post last week.

I just couldn’t muster the will to do it.

I am making the effort to today.

The previous week’s prop was brought to you by Great Scott…

Yes. That IS Death Star waffle iron.

I felt weird about using someone else’s waffle iron.

That’s a pretty intimate thing.

Especially when they weren’t around.

How would you feel if someone came into your house while you were gone and made microwave popcorn?

It’d be weird, right?

What if I messed it up making waffles in it and then I’d have to live with that shame and guilt the rest of my life.

No thank you.

So yeah.

No actual waffles were made with this prop.

But I did hide it in the background of some photos.

And in the foreground of some photos…

Last week’s prop was brought to you by Ry-Pie…

Yeah.

It’s a phrenology head.

It was pretty tricky deciphering my own head bumps, but I learned that my head is pretty weird.

Here’s where this head turned up last week…

And we are here now.

When did we get here?

Just now.

Until next week-ish.

See ya’ later.

More soon. ~SC