End of a work week seems a good time as any for sharing/reflecting on some old stuff that’s worth a personal chuckle or smile.
This unironic joke put together during the start of the pandemic.
A rare tangos that was orphaned; Tracey making her own life terrible as usual. Cigar wears a frilly apron, again.
Honest and unwilling to exert any more brainpower than is necessary/is capable of.
Past self would be proud to discover how many wilderness sabbaticals have occurred since this sketch. (Okay, it was just one major one, but a DAMN good one.)