You think you’re such a big shot with that big ten-gallon hat overcompensating, you know what they say about that

Good morning my friends. It’s a new week, and Podrick was mostly good. We (me, probably just me) managed to sleep, and then doze until 6:50, but the cult of Podrick is just too strong. When he thinks it’s time to get up, he’ll pick at you. And pick pick, until you acknowledge him ☝🏽

It was a nice day yesterday. We did a bit of everything, but mostly nothing. And it was glorious. I did laundry, and ignored every single other chore. As the laundry was being processed, I made brunch, and stepped aside for The Beautiful One so she could make French toast.

We consumed.

Sometime in there, I shaved the sides of Crystal’s head with the new clippers that I picked up in SlightlyBiggerTown the previous day. The little rechargeable one that I got for either my birthday or Christmas was very slowly, then quickly dying.

At 4pm, I switched over to Netflix to watch day two of WrestleMania. Our hopes weren’t too high, considering night one. We made jokes throughout night one. The first nights matches just didn’t really catch our attention. The matches were all less than 15 minutes, so I think it was 7 matches in 3ish hours. Not good.

Night two had a lot to prove.

Boy did the first match prove everything and set up the rest of the night. And the rest of the night was awesome. No spoilers here – maybe.

Oba Femi retired Brock Lesnar.

Holy shit.