I have no idea what in the hell this is, but I kinda like it.
It is totally something I could be found doing at 10pm on a Thursday night, without provocation.
I'm good at weird.
I am thrilled that my hair has reached chin-beard length again!
And Carrot Cake, the stuffed bunny I still sleep with (I catch Eli cuddling him too sometimes)
makes a great Bob Dylan.
So in the face of all that is wrong in the world, both globally, and personally, with me spending 1/4-3/4 of my days on the phone with doctors and the insurance,
feeling like hell, and trying to get my health sorted,
this is what keeps me going.
Chin beards and Bob Dylan wannabe bunnies.
Oh, and fluffernutters.