Dead Serious Mick

When my eyes are closed, I can see my thoughts. Zero stars.

Describing the insanity in my head is like being on a morning plane to Vegas listening to the hundred or so voices I can't make out or hosting Mother's Day with both families.

Eating chocolate covered raisins in bed as I begin the taper off anti-seisure meds.

Just walking thru the family room doing the trip and start running like I meant it thing so my wife doesn't think I'm a dork.

Just think of me as a cheese filled donut with maple frosting sprinkled with bacon and chocolate chips.

I'm old enough to remember when you didn't buy an american made car built on a Monday or a Friday.

Not interested in seeing what our food looks like without coloring.

Not to bad

They don't make saints like they used to.

Thankfully, I don't live in Italy. I'd never gest past the need to straighten the Tower of Pisa. Ever.

The holy trinity, but it's just the three hands it used to take to handle a whopper.

Show me the spot on this chocolate rabbit where jesus touched you.

This is not one of those times we'll all look back on and laugh.

Sometimes you have to break some eggs. We're the eggs.

Look, I'm old enough to be your father. *me to Luke Skywalker*

The good news is I did physical labor yesterday. The bad news is I did physical labor yesterday.

I woke up before my wife this morning and didn't have the energy to check and see she wasn't dead.

62 is like 52, only worse.

An alt account? I'm barely treading water.

After I shower, I clean the shower. I'm nearly dry by the time I'm finished. Don't think for a minute my wife has it easy.

I'm, the only people that see me naked are doctors and nurses, years old.

Our problems started when they removed the restroom attendants.