"Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library." Jorge Luis Borges
"shut up minion!!" is pretty damn funny and i don't even get it....maybe the radio looks like a minion?? yeah i can just FEEL the empathy oozing out eyeballing neighbor ankle deep in monsoon water while slurping on that herbal tea hahah
after 30+ years since my children were born, this resonates. When our children were born, Marcia was running a business from home and I was helping her yet commuting to teach taking additional music gigs and go ing to graduate school. It was an endless exercise in trading roles (except for breast milk). I'd like to say that after all this time it seemed not so bad, but it was really hard. However, some of the most enduring sweet memories still rattle through my brain. Like making cheap but pretty Christmas ornaments by dipping them into the bathtub filled with water and swirled paint and then having to spend hours scrubbing the tub. Stoopid shit like that really makes me smile.
Oh, this is really funny stuff! Following NOW!
"Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library." Jorge Luis Borges
"shut up minion!!" is pretty damn funny and i don't even get it....maybe the radio looks like a minion?? yeah i can just FEEL the empathy oozing out eyeballing neighbor ankle deep in monsoon water while slurping on that herbal tea hahah
I’m so impressed you made this! And congrats 🎊
after 30+ years since my children were born, this resonates. When our children were born, Marcia was running a business from home and I was helping her yet commuting to teach taking additional music gigs and go ing to graduate school. It was an endless exercise in trading roles (except for breast milk). I'd like to say that after all this time it seemed not so bad, but it was really hard. However, some of the most enduring sweet memories still rattle through my brain. Like making cheap but pretty Christmas ornaments by dipping them into the bathtub filled with water and swirled paint and then having to spend hours scrubbing the tub. Stoopid shit like that really makes me smile.