Had such a December to Rememberā¢ that I forgot to post about it. Hereās me and tha missus at @severelymame and @bikiwikill ās wedding. Weāre over the moon for each other. Get it, we are both literally and figuratively over the moon. Actually now that Iām looking at it the top of the crest is above us, so weāre more perpendicular to the moon. Moon-adjacent, if you will. Itās not the real moon so you should take all of this with a grain of salt.
Happy dos aƱos to the spice lord of my heart š¶ļøā¤ļø I canāt believe itās been 2 years since we tied the lasso with champagne cake, tequila sunrises and midnight pool parties. Every day with you is filled with cartoon birds and rainbows. Hereās to two billion more
Goodbye Gus. I saw so many dogs today and none of them were you. Even though I hated it I wish I let you lick my nose more often. The way you ran towards me made me feel so loved. I hope in my own way I returned the favor. If not my only solace is that you were always more interested in giving, receiving a distant second. I remember racing with you from the front door to the kitchen and back, playing up the panting and scurrying and scuffling. I think you thought I was a big dog with my shaggy beard and round eyes. I think you thought I was your big brother. Now that youāre gone I know I was. Thereās never enough time with the ones you love.
I had two heroes growing up: Bruce Lee and Paul Reubens. Both in their own way embodied strength: individuals resolute to be themselves in a world determined to pressure them from all angles into a shape of its own small-minded design. Paul Reubens, met with that prospect, carved out his own world. By being proudly himself he gave permission to all the other weirdos who felt adrift and at odds with the default settings, and the courage to go on their own big adventures. In the wise words of an immortal man child, āI know you are, but what am I?ā
