Good weekend, hard week.

A certain someone didn’t do what he said he would do in a certain divorce decree, and he’s got a letter ever-so-kindly inviting him to do so from my legal counsel. We’ll see.

Also, did you know that people lie to social workers? Lie to their own therapists, no less? what is this world coming to. I…I fail to be surprised, but I am disappointed.

Also, also, I got a sewing machine, and I already made an octopus out of a pair of jeans, so don’t you worry about that project getting done.

I am planning my birthday weekend at my favorite hot springs, and if you don’t understand why I’d go to Monroe, Utah for a vacation of my choice, observe this miracle-in-real-life hot spring tub:

I’d like to write more, but I got caught up making pickled onions, and I want to get to bed.

No seriously, PICKLED ONIONS. They’re amazing.