HAPPY (...happy...happy...) MONDAY (...Monday...Monday...)
Happy Monday? Yes, there is a lot to be happy about.
1. This dude had freaking brain surgery on Wednesday. And here he is yesterday proving the healing power of Target retail therapy.
|He may be down half of a C1 vertebrae and sport an awesome looking incision (which Uncle Brian is trying to convince him to tattoo a zipper over) but the boy knows where happiness resides. In the toy aisle, duh.|
Thanks for all your prayers for my little nephew. He is doing great, and already talking about returning to football next year. He has a few more weeks of healing ahead of him, but he is keeping his strength up with fun size Kit-Kats. Which? Is really the only way to do it.
|I'm pretty sure it should have it's own |
zip code. Cuh-razy.
4. I fixed our bathtub all by myself. I made sure I was as professional as possible, using tools like my tweezers* so I didn't have to touch the massive hairball that came up in clumps when I snaked the drain. (*Don't worry, not my good eyebrow tweezers; I'm not that committed.)
5. With my new bangs the first five minutes of every day is spent looking like an 80's rocker. So that's pretty awesome.
|Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp|
|"Do you take sugar?|
One lump or twoooooo?"
6. And finally, my favorite joke, ever:
A man walks into a zoo. The only animal in the entire zoo is a dog. It's a shitzu.