Monday's Mustache

This is a page not only for Mustache talk and Mustache related photos, but for me to write nonsense on.
Word? Word.

Things are random here. Words from my voice hole don't always make sense. Try and get it together.

Ever get a case of the Mondays? Yeah, I don't know what that means either, but welcome to Monday's Mustache.

Where we don't only post on Mondays.
On our way back to Home Sweet Home, and Maximus is playing away at his angry birds. 
Dork.

Greenville, we shall miss you. Until next time.. But crap I’m nervous about Chicago. This trip was so relaxing that when I get back I’m not going to wanna get back into routine. 

Or I might. I don’t know.

Ahh we had a blast! Fishing, eating, friends, drinking, bonfires, and SLEEP. 

I do miss my cats though :)

On our way back to Home Sweet Home, and Maximus is playing away at his angry birds.
Dork.

Greenville, we shall miss you. Until next time.. But crap I’m nervous about Chicago. This trip was so relaxing that when I get back I’m not going to wanna get back into routine.

Or I might. I don’t know.

Ahh we had a blast! Fishing, eating, friends, drinking, bonfires, and SLEEP.

I do miss my cats though :)

Oscar :)

Oscar :)

Eating sandwiches with my max! Then back to fishing :)

Eating sandwiches with my max! Then back to fishing :)

Chizzy- Charlie Chaplin.

Chizzy- Charlie Chaplin.

This is My Day Before Work

“Max we need to get moving!”
Max summersaults out of bed and runs out of room.

“Oh a cab!”
Says hello to cab driver; Proceeds to face plant into vehicle. Oh, me.

Max: Do you think that school is cold cause it says ‘brr’?

Dear obnoxious Mexican Family behind me,

Thank you for advocating that your two children scream on the top of their lungs. Then when they are too loud for you, you yell at them to make them cry. And am I right that it shouldn’t be acceptable that you talk about ‘bitches’ and that some chick is a ‘slut’ in front of your children? No? Hmm..
Oh some of you are getting off? Have a great day. The rest of you staying on, GET. OFF. Ihatchu.

This is my number one reason I hate buses: OTHER PEOPLE.

Love,

Me