Daddy used to sing that song a lot and if it didn't make mama nervous, it shoulda.
Well where in the hell have you been?
No matter - you're here now and I'm the forgiving kind—a hostage to my own generosity as they say.
You didn't miss much. It was cold, stayed cold. Ripped up the manor floors and had them re-installed just for shits and giggles. Lived like junkies in a friend's basement for a month—all the fun without the heroin habit. Moved back home. It slowly warmed up. Ran a 10K in a kilt. A few drunken afternoons in the park with friends. Got warmer. Transformed the East veranda of the manor into an outdoor oasis. Lost weight, gained muscle. Bought a linen suit. Had the first of many outdoor dinners of the summer. Acquired new pillows. New tattoos: 0. New guitars: 1
If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up.
I guess that's pretty much everything more or less.
Memorial Day weeknd we welcomed summer to Morningwood Manor with friends, drinks and water.
And if you can't get enough of me, you can also find stuff to waste time on here