Wooden Birds

Just because I’m moody, doesn’t mean you’re not irritating.

In other news, I cant seem to make it through the garage without getting a splinter in my middle finger.  Am I subconsciously flipping off random pieces of wood as I walk by?

I’m headed to the quick shop for some PopTarts.

Don’t judge.

TGIF y’all.

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