August 27, 2023

The Walking Dad

I’ve been really feeling old lately. My stiff joints plus all the broken sleep have had me ambulating around like a walker from TWD. And to add insult to injury (or in my case, old age), my Facebook memories keep reminding me that I’m not young and fit anymore.

Like when I could deadlift 400+ pounds.

Or the time I posed in a photoshoot for Walther Firearms.

Speaking of getting old, my Campfire Queen and I just celebrated our 12th anniversary. We went to Doe’s Eat Place in Fort Smith to enjoy overpriced steaks. I explained to the bartender that if I’m going to pay $38 a pound for beef, it needs to have a backstory. Like what was the cow’s name? Did he grow up on a farm in North Texas frolicking with the chickens? Was he grassfed? Did he prefer Alfalfa or Sorghum?

In other news, despite having well exceeded my nerd budget for the foreseeable future at the OK Comic Con, I caved to one more indulgence and purchased a replica Mjolnir (Thor’s hammer from the game God of War: Ragnarok) from Raven Forge. It was on clearance, and I needed it.

And with that, I leave you with the many faces of Hazel Wigglebottom.

Until next time, ‘ver heil ok sæl’.
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