BEER MOM

proof to my kid I was cool once

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Snowy Day

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Some great finds in our attic. This Santa is mine forever. As for Slap Stick, never heard of it.

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Making Valentines

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Apparently the only red shirt I own right now. We call it my Louis L’amour shirt. Happy Valentine’s Day, @chunkydingo.

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”How in hell are you going to do that?“

“Just as the cow jumped over the moon.”

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Just before nap time

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When your kid has great taste in literature.

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That slope may look insignificant but it’s going to be my destiny.

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From Wikipedia:

Herzog notes that the native extras were greatly upset by the actor’s behavior. Kinski claimed to feel close to them. In My Best Fiend, Herzog says that one of the native chiefs offered in all seriousness to kill Kinski for him, but that he declined because he needed the actor to complete filming.

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The Red Balloon, 1956

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Why in hell would you want to buy a vacant lot in Paris, Texas for Christ’s sake?

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Current obsession.

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Phoebe Bridgers is chill as shit—I randomly followed her on Instagram because I remembered her name but couldn’t remember what song I heard from her and loved (this one ☝️) and she immediately followed back. No one does that anymore, even if they aren’t remotely famous.

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Let’s just listen to the rain roll in I don’t feel like we gotta do nothin’ The years go by and before too long Even the very last one is gone The very last one is gone

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Here’s one for the Patriots