I don’t think think I’ll ever “retire” in the traditional sense.

My thought was to always have a severe mental breakdown around 50 and run off to the woods to build a log cabin and grow my own food. My wife knows of this plan but I’m pretty sure she thinks it’s a joke. It’s not.

I fucking love Cauliflower, I thought I didn’t like it because I grew up poor and didn’t really get fancy veggies

My toddler and I have been bringing a trash bag to the park and cleaning the place up. It’s always a mess and it makes me sad to see because it’s my sons favorite park.