There's no place like home....or San Francisco...or both, as the case may be.
My job, as banal as it can be sometimes, decided to participate in SF's Gay Pride parade. I took this as an opportunity to be fabulous on all accounts. A reprisal of my role as the Tin-Man, albeit a little less clothed, was a marvelous undertaking. I'm still a bit sick a few days later but it was worth it. And today I have 18 days of p90x under my belt (as you might notice in the picture) and the first month of my laborious contract is over! Huzzah!
3 comments:
"When a man's an empty kettle, he should be on his mettle. . . "
consawhy it's a man! a man outta tin! & Muscle! gah
wtf? consa was the word verification and it ended up in my comment.
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