The in-laws gave us this 10-gallon barrel to use as part of our emergency/disaster storage. I’m sure they meant for us to fill it with water, but I decided I can be thirsty for the duration of Armageddon. What I can’t do during Armageddon is have an unadorned neck. I have my 100-oz. mini-keg of Diet Coke, and I’ll share it, so we’ll stay semi-hydrated. I’m filling this storage container– aka Helen’s Ark– with as many of every species of neckwear I can fit inside it. 🚢
The Ties And I Are Working On My Boxing Skills
Ascot o’ the Day is just the ticket. Drum set Cufflinks o’ the Day are helping me create some vibrations throughout the house for Suzanne. Suzanne is a medical oddity, and when her lithotripsied kidney stone shattered, stones moved up her kidney instead of down to be peed out. Her kidney stone doc told her that in order to get her stones moving, she’s gotta jump up and down and dance, and I’ve gotta pummel the side of her back. The solution is in the vibrations. 🥊