One of my biggest pet peeves is public bathrooms. I dont mind the smell, or the dirt, but what I do mind…..the bum concertos.
I almost got killed by a wild turkey this morning. Worst near death experience ever! Here’s how things went down.
My sandwich was a little crumbly today, so I had to eat it over a garbage can. I think I managed to keep it classy though.
Cohen’s going through a stick on tattoo phase. He can’t get enough of them on him. I think it’s awesome, but every now and then, the parent in me wonders..what if he enjoys it too much?
