I had just been saying how I would like a subscription to Art Forum, and them, by some miracle/act of divine intervention/coincidence; I received a discounted subscription offer in the mail. Now if I could just have it happen for all of the other magazines I need in my life.
Every time somebody brings food to work everyone makes a point to say "Hey Gabe, look what ___ brought." Then they force me to eat said item.
This is a family of creepy children that we use to attract kids in off the street. It's slightly more subtle than a windowless van.
The nice thing about this sign is that the hours are wrong for all three days.
This is some sort of hot pocket thing that somebody handed me. While I did eat it, I didn't like it.
While at Wal-Mart looking for hot glue and straight pins; I ended up in the Guitar Hero section. I tried to play but the machine was broken or something
I found these sweet iron-on letters. I may have accidentally liberated them from Wal-Mart.
I'm not sure what the purpose of these are. the package said they were good for wall decor. I really don't understand.
Here is Megan avoiding having her soul stolen by the camera.
This is our bountiful picnic. Not pictured here are various bottles of wine, a salami thing, potato salad, cucumber salad with mint lime dressing and another salad that may have been of the chicken or potato variety.
Our seats at the Half Shell concert did not provide much of a view of the stage. This may have mattered if we had cared who was playing.
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