Matt's bustin' my chops in comments because I don't write about love and guns and knives enough anymore.
Well, I haven't bought a gun in--literally--years. Too broke, too many commitments. Maybe someday.
Let me tell ya about love, Grawp.
I just gave my baby a bath and handed him off to my wife. Now she and the kids are in bed in the one air-conditioned room in this house because the heat index here is 93 degrees Fahrenheit at 9:45 P.M.
I, however, am going back to scrape drywall mud, paint the ceiling, and probably do some carpentry in the new bathroom.
You know why I'm doing that instead of sinking into bed with a grateful sigh?
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