This item arrived in the mail today. I thought, “a homebrew catalog. I’ve been meaning to brew again. I wonder how they got my name?” Then I looked more closely at the addressee. How did that happen?
Parker sometimes comes out of the litterbox with dust all over his head. We have no idea what he’s doing in there.
Bonus picture: butchering demo at the Boston Local Food Festival. Not every day do you get to see a guy going after a large hunk of pig with a hatchet.
We saw Michaela off back to California this evening. This is Marc. Or his voice, at least. Which you can’t really see. Or even hear sometimes, but that’s a different story.