Don’t feel bad. I was in boxers since 4:30 this morning. I just put pants on about 3 minutes ago. The only reason for pants was a pizza delivery coming shortly.
Old T-shirt the neck wore out so sleeve cuffs cut off to not be mistaken for a "good" shirt.
Spent 5 hours setting up scaffold on fuckered ground, then cleaning, masking, and painting trim in 95+ heat, racing my ass off to get done before the sun reached that part of the house. Trim paint is close to shirt color, so my work shirt choice was semi-strategic.
Knees are pissed, fingers want to cramp, I'm wiped dafook out & I might manage a nap next. Happy Sunday
new neighbors dog attacked him. That's how I woke up this Sunday. Blood in my face against his sunday shirt. This is a mild version of how the bites really look.