Leppotone

As I sit here yelling at my cat as he claws at my partical board wall, I say to you all, live the adventure for us.

Okay, so this is actually more like a response diary. Here’s A story for all the former M*ssias’ regulars, including my boys on the road: Went to the Felpausch on North Westnedge today after work, and who’s walking out when i’m walking in? Why, Mr. Mack, looking slightly less tricked-out dap than he used to, yet somehow looking YOUNGER. He was so happy to see me that he gave me a big hug, said he never sees anybody from the old hangout anymore…he hasn’t been out much lately. He’s TRAVELLING too much. Retired. Gone fishing. SERIOUSLY. Hence the slightly relaxed wardrobe (the Stetson was replaced with, well, you know, a fishing cap….like, mesh-n-foam. That’s pure country. That’s straight from the Georgia woods. THAT’S GOOOOOD!). He was fresh back from visiting his son in Arizona. Although he’s switched to T-shirt and jeans for daily wear, I start noticing that there’s a snap-crease in the jeans and his t-shirt looks IRONED. No duh. He’s still looking out for his sartorial splendor. “Still with your better half, darlin’?” he asks. I affirm that we’re intact and happy and he wanted me to be sure to say hello to that old husband of mine. So there you have it. Greetings Old Skooly.

how come some tuck and some don't?  

hot damn its the Beach Boys