New year, new me? Probably not. I’m pretty much the biggest disappointment amongst the southerners in my area. I didn’t have that superstitious meal consisting of black eyed beans, hog jawl, turnip greens, and cornbread. I didn’t shoot fireworks or shoot my gun in celebration of the day. Heck, I didn’t even have anything to drink.
So, I’m sitting here at the house waiting for work to call me. Rosie is in the office working remotely. Our dog, Sylvie, is being a good girl. Fluffbutt the chinchilla is chilling in the office and trying to help Rosie when he can. Gage the cat is sleeping on the tub in the bathroom away from everyone and everything being his typical anti-social self.
So, a moustache update… It would appear that Jonathan and I will have to pick a day in January to have our moustache competition. So far, it’s a pretty tight race.
We’re planning on getting our picture made with mom after she determines a winner. In case you can’t tell, he’s going for the Viltromite look, while I’m aiming for a “Tom Selleck in a western movie” look.
Well, that’s all for now. Join us next post when I ramble on incoherently about my job, my life, or my hobbies.