So it’s been waaaaay too long since I last made a post. What can I say? I suck. But, that just means now is a good time for a post. Why? I don’t know, it just feels right I guess. Kinda like being a grown-ass adult but still watching kid’s shows. We like it, so heck off.

Summer, where the hell are you going? It feels like you just got here and it is now almost September. Golf league is over, my birthday has come and gone, the 4th of July has passed, and now here we are, four days from the unofficial end of summer. Soon the basic bitches will be out in force, pumpkin spice lattes in hand, dressing like Han Solo and gawking about leaves and other shit. I’m not ready for it. I want to keep playing golf. I want to keep being able to grill food and not freeze my nuts off. Seriously, don’t leave summer, please stay an extra month or two.

This is what I’m talking about.

On top of summer going by way too fast (which I blame our shitty and long winter for), my wife and I are expecting our second little one coming in January of 2020. I am excited to meet this new bundle of joy/responsibility. We found out we are having another girl and her name will be Rosalyn. This also means I will be outnumbered 3:1 and as such am screwed. When Charlotte and Rosalyn are teenagers I am so dead. I hope the house that we eventually buy has enough space for a man cave because I am going to need it. Stock it with liquor and video games and I’ll be set. The wife is welcome to join, but she’ll need to provide snacks. As long as we both are a united front I believe we will be able to weather the storm when that time comes. Otherwise, we’ll be overwhelmed and outnumbered.

Speaking of storms, and to go completely off-topic, Florida is going to get rocked by Hurricane Dorian next week. If any of you three people that read this are in Florida, be safe. And, if you lose power, I don’t want to see any pregnancy announcements soon because you were bored.

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