It seems like September is a hard month for a lot of people. Green Day hates the month so much, they want to sleep through the whole thing and not wake up until it’s over.
But in my little neck of the woods, September is (mostly) splendid. Rather than simply telling you about it, I think the photos and screenshots I’ve taken on my phone over the past 30 (well, 28) days will paint a pretty good picture.
Warning: this post contains some vague and confusing nudity.
While watching Silver Linings Playbook, I realized that young Bradley Cooper bares a strikingly creepy resemblance to a person I used to be quite close with, but now haven’t spoken to in 6 years. That guy’s probably in prison by now. Not even kidding. Just to clarify, it’s the former friend who’s probably in prison – not Bradley Cooper. I mean, Bradley Cooper COULD be in prison right now, I don’t really know.
How much do ANY of us know about him, really?
Celebrated my mom’s birthday weekend with lots of mother-daughter shenanigans. Happy Birthday, Cheese Mom! Sorry for any blog-related shame I’ve brought you, and will continue to bring you, for an indefinite period of time!
Also, thank you for providing such good material.
I completed all of my clinical hours for FULL licensure as a professional counselor (as opposed to a lowly counselor intern). First, I celebrated in my office with a mini dance party, which was witnessed by a bewildered handyman walking by.
Later, I celebrated with potatoes and pretty drinks, just like our forefathers would have wanted.
I began a new and weird research project about personality disorders. It was a slow start.
I admitted that I am powerless against the mighty Cheeto.
Happy Birthday to one of my best friends, who will always and forever be 12 days older than I am, which I will hold over her until the day I die. Or until the day she dies, since she’s so much older and wrinklier.
Rather than putting up a picture of her, I have included this drawing that I made of her when we were 10. She’s the only one with hair.
I don’t know who all the bald people are, or why everyone’s naked. I’m now a little concerned about my 10-year-old self.
Celebrated my birthday (early) at an outdoor bar. Bacon-covered cheese and alcoholic beverages were involved. So were dogs. Lots and lots of dogs.
These birthday presents from mah cheese wife and her kids do a pretty good job of demonstrating my personality. You’re looking at a dolphin nightshirt and a tortilla warmer with a chicken on it. In the past, I’ve used foil to keep my tortillas warm, like some kind of miserable peasant. Now, not only will my carb vehicles be kept toasty, they will look good while doing it. This festive feathery bastard is really going to liven things up in my kitchen.
A note to my friends and family: please refrain from buying me chicken-themed items in the future. The fact that I like this particular chicken does not mean I wish to start hoarding them.
At last, my birthday! I went shopping, ate too many treats, and petted some more dogs. Needless to say, it was a pretty excellent day.
It’s been a whirlwind 30 (okay, 28) days of festivities, food, and fur babies! It hasn’t been perfect, but it’s been just nice enough to make me forget about that whole persistent eyelid infection thing. Which I still have, you guys. I’m going to need some more Cheetos.