I read one of the entries in my new diaries for 2018 book, affectionately titled You can’t dump that there. It was one of my more popular podcasts from last year so I thought it’d be a good fit for a reading. The video clocks in a little over 9 minutes so pull up a chair and pretend like you’re at my dining room table.

If you’re new here, this is the current tagline for the book:

The ebbs and flows of this alcoholic, it’s all true. A year’s worth of words on my recover journey. Most of the time I don’t know what I’m talking about.

You may be asking yourself where you could buy this book. That would be a very good question. Below are links for your clicking pleasure.

• amazon.com: Paperback → Kindle →

• tcrbang.com: diaries for 2018 book →

Books purchased on tcrbang.com come signed with a personalized inscription. Because that’s what you do when you’re me.

Questions, comments? Ask away in the comments.

#diariesbook #videos #forsale

On Tuesday Maggie and I went over to her mom’s apartment so Maggie could run in and grab her dress shoes for her choir concert. On the way we were rocking out in the truck as we do, listening to Photograph by Def Leppard.

As we pulled into the parking lot Joe Elliot was singing “you got some kinda hold on me, you’re all wrapped up in mystery” and Phil Collen hammered out his barred chords.

It was early evening, sunny outside, we had the windows down. It was perfect.

After I pulled up to the front of the building, Maggie hopped out, walked about three feet, and then stopped.

Then she turned around, came back to the truck, and said through the open window, “dad, you may want to turn the music down.”

🎙 🎸 #musicvideos #defleppard #maggie

Lily of the Valley are sweetest smelling little fuckers you’ll ever meet.

Happy Wednesday, peeps!

#photos #flowers

Guys, laceration hazard at the Starbucks on Randall Road. Personally, I’ve never seen a broken plunger knob but apparently it’s a real thing if you work the rod too hard or something. 🤕

#photos #starbucks #hazardous

For those of you who are culinarily risqué, feastishly bold, for those who live on the literal edge of le chef’s knife, I have a daring cookery question for you.

Are golden tater tots allowed on a zesty pizza?

🤯🍕

I know this very well may have blown your taste budding mind, but seriously, could one great, lone master chef (me) even pull this off? At this hour?

⏰ 🤔

#photos #culinaryhero

Maggie’s had my keychain on her backpack since at least Fall of 2017.

It’s the little things that people do that mean the most… ❤️

#photos #maggie

The Dark Side of Pink Floyd

“There wasn’t any room for anyone else to be writing,” Waters told Rolling Stone in 1987. “There was no point in Gilmour, Mason or Wright trying to write lyrics. Because they’ll never be as good as mine. Gilmour’s lyrics are very third-rate. They always will be. And in comparison with what I do, I’m sure he’d agree.”

Sounds about right to me.

#pinkfloyd #wordsmith

When you guys pluck your eyebrows after each one do you say, “that’s what I thought!”

#eyebrows

#photos #flowers

These pillows and their corresponding cases and this sheet for fitting have all been resting comfortably on my bed in a laundry cocoon for the better part of the day.

Whenever I walk into the bedroom my heart plummets. And then I walk right back out of the bedroom.

Because I never know which corner to start with the fitted sheet. And it really doesn’t matter anyway. Whichever corner I choose is wrong. Then I spend the next half day twisting round and round what feels like a linen Rubik’s cube. But there are no colored squares to guide you. No YouTube master patterns to follow.

I don’t even bother with the top sheet anymore either. That’d be one more key tumbler for me to fumble with in a lock of woven madness.

All the while both cats are sitting in feline bemusement, or quite possibly in feline judgment. They have no thumbs to help, only fur to shed on a clothesline fresh comforter.

And then the pillow stuffing. I feel like Real Trump must have when he had to stuff all those jumbo, pinto quesadillos into that supersize Taco Bell sack on Cinco de Mayo of 2018.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my pillow forts as much as Abed and Troy but when will this laundress lunacy ever end? And there’s two more pillows off camera. Because five pillows is the minimum requirement for entry.

So I guess this is what’s really been happening in my Geneva house, this Sunday, this Twelfth of May.

How are you guys?

#photos #thestruggleisreal #pillows