Cole Mookers

We've nailed the source of the varmint screeches and shed specific rough housing; COONS! Two of them, easily Jane's size, with the same fatty diaper butt. Busted them shagging in the cooler section of the woodshed. They seemed unfazed. Wouldn't be an issue if Kaiser JaB were on the property. Watched him slay a 35 pounder with a log and Rambo knife once. True story.

Maybe not worth mentioning, unless you assume that escalation will result in some regrettable man-act. Or rabies.

We hit the east side for a party billed as having magic pizza. They had the Ultra Man pinata, this was a beast to crumble. Jane poked it once and determined it of little interest. Fat Albert was playing on the 16MM. Good times.







Helping dad with chili assembly.




Her best Tammy Wynette.


Beav's killer quiche, born of Hunter bacon.



Post-ball mane and swollen cheek. I took a forehead to the kisser, but was most affected by my match-up, whom after every shot - hit or miss - queried his opponents "any questions?". Getting faced on both counts.


New hats arrived.



Two poops, prepping for the Queso Coma.



Just finished the Mighty Quinn starring academy award winner Denzel Washington. Skip it, unless you value your evenings. I'll never get that 90 mins back.