Whoah, Nelly…. I’m higher than a lab rat on Albuterol as I fight off an asthma attack.

Shaking a little…
Chewing through my teeth…
Can’t taste my beer…
Occasionally mellow…

but the lawn looks great.

Minor accomplishment achieved today. I realized the fine edge that separates
- stating the obvious
and
- passive aggression.

Of course, that border is totally absent in texts from the elderly.

I should be more careful taking a sip before reading a headline like this.

**apologizes to dog for spitting drink on him**

This popped on today and I flashed back when I first heard it. ‘Stopped me in my tracks. It was 4 mo. old in Sept ‘94 and I was visiting an old haunt, @ziarecords.bsky.social on a trip to AZ. Bought on the spot.

I think I’m 1-and-done with buying drugs from one of the neighborhood dads. “How ‘bout just a little coke,” I asked.

I see why my kids groan at #dadjokes so often.

This attic office in a classic, independent, suburban ski shop hosts a variety of new and oooooooooold snowsports history.