How I feel when I start over thinking. UGH. Which is 90% of the time.

I also spend 90% of my day not speaking.

My head is full of unsaid things. And full of regret for those unsaid things.

Take the advice of the cat…take a nap.

When you have an ample amount of water balloons but your kids don’t want to get wet, you pretend the van is a zombie and you have to pulverize the dang thing with “grenades.”

What would have been really fun is driving the van around while they squashed it with the water balloons…hmmm maybe next time (And make a mini movie).

It is a creeper van. But now it’s a creeper/zombie van.

Hwwahhahahaaw…

A few times on my early morning route to work I see a fox cross the road around the same time each morning and at roughly the same spot. I see his silhouette: bushy tail, small body, pointy nose, and gangly legs rush out into the street and grab him something to eat (roadkill most likely?). And rush back out into the woods. He looks rather skinny but I think most are (And it’s summer in Texas so all that winter fur is gone). Tonight I was thinking about that little fox and hoping I get to see him again soon. Hope he finds a tasty meal tonight. Sweet night little fox!

Here’s my first attempt at drawing a fox.

2 beers in hands.Pool in front yard (for all the neighbors to see and judge). Sweet vacation time playlist. Kids are already in bed. I can get hammered alone and not give a rat’s ass about anything. And that’s how you do a white trash vacation.

(Pukes in pool later)