Three nights in a row of graveyard shifts has temporarily set my phasers to funky. I did manage to pull off the greatest april fool's gag ever much to the chagrin of mi madre. Some may have yet to discover the grand ruse. In the meantime, brother jere and i golfed eighteen holes in the driving rain with our pop on his birthday. We stayed rather dry while golfing from the comfort of the folks' living room.
Now, to let you in on one of the greatest finds of the twenty first century:
Pay attention to the fine details. That's a tiny light saber what serves as the zipper.In unrelated news, i've got to watch 'the dark crystal' before the week is out.
