TC the Terrible

It’s not like somebody shot my dog or anything, but it could be better. For starters I wrapped my knee too tight this morning and nearly lost circulation to my foot before I could get off the Metro and loosen the wrap. There were no attractive people on the train to leer at, and that’s no fun. I forgot my black socks so I’m forced to wear my ankle high running socks under combat boots, not at all a comfortable thing. Then my silly arse left my glasses at home.

This is shaping up to be a great start to the week.

She told me that 630 feet wouldn’t qualify us for the Mile High Club. Besides, getting your freak on in a National Park is probably a Federal Crime these days. Still, she could have shown a brother some skin to make the day less than a total bust.

This is the “instant” family. Fall in love, add water, and stir. It’s all gravy.