Oof! That sux about the jersey. Look on the bright side though, you really conveyed some good imagery there.
Totally picturing a green (just cuz it’s st paddy’s day) soccer jersey with a basketball-sized hole (not soccer ball sized? is it cuz basketballs r orange, st paddy’s day thing again?) and a stovetop that matches it. Although I’m picturing the stovetop covered in green marshmallow mess for some reason.

My son dropped my bass on the kitchen floor last night, I was really surprised how it made me feel. I didn’t really react cuz I was afraid to. I heard it hit the floor from the next room and just asked, “Was that my bass?”
He just decided to take up bass recently, so I’ve been letting him use it … but man. I was like, “Please go get the case from your room and put the bass back in it, and return it to where I keep it.” Or however I worded it. Basically told him it needs to live in the den, not his room, and he needs to be very much more careful with it.
Then I took a nap.

Who goes running in a jacket? Not I sir. But yeah, I could exercise in the rain, that’s no problem. I would just get wet. But in the blistering Southern heat of late spring and summer… no fucking way man, no fucking way. First of all, it gets so hot that I felt faint before just from mowing my lawn down in AL. Up here it doesn’t get quite as hot, but still hot enough to where if I don’t drink a shit-ton of fluids and really prepare my body just right, they just might find me sprawled out on the running path.


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