Monday, July 4, 2016

Backseat lover on the passenger seat

America turns 240 years young today.

She doesn't look a day over 227.

Even Mary is having none of my shit.
I was content to share last year's 4th of July post but, noooooo, some people have to nag about wanting something new.

After yesterday's vent session I got a lot of PMs and text messages expressing concern and just looking after my well-being. Thank you to all of you, you know who you are.

Let me say this: I am not sad, broke, or in any way anything other than bemused by the entire situation. I took the job because I wanted to be on the water, I wanted to help people have fun and I didn't want to do something lame in some stale cubicle. The intent was always to finish this season and then move on to whatever comes next. That last part just happened earlier than expected.

I am fine. Thank you all for your love and concern. Really, I am better than fine. I have all of you AND TGB comes home today. #winning

I don't feel like writing anymore today. I am going to, but not here.

Go do something patriotic like help a redneck blow himself out of the gene pool.

Titty sprinkles!