rip dat shit

hilarity always ensues when you get home on a monday night and kate's at the dinner table, cyn's made a big batch of pasta, and jason's on the way. at one point jason and i were talking and i looked behind him into the kitchen to see my roommate - who's belting out a rendition of purple rain as i type - freaking the dog. full-on flippin-the-griddle spanking kodi. too funny.

i was a little sad earlier because my meeting kept right on through, all up in my yoga time and everything, but coming home made it all better.

what the fuck are we going to do when the band breaks up? i'm moving soon, cyn's prolly moving at some point. so sad.

here's a pic from saturday with part of the dude armada. do cyn and i not look like we're newlyweds and shit? it's our wedding photo.