I grow a beard every year, from the first of winter, to the first of spring. It’s a reminder that even though I live somewhere without black and white seasons, the days still pass.
Easy to get lost in all this sun.
She loves snow, and I love her, so up the mountain we went.
King Bud Lidas. Turning all he touches to beer, even beer itself.
These sloths just make me so happy.
Lasers and epilepsy are to Michael as peanut butter is to jelly. I made this for his birthday. And yes, we are matching.