I Don't Like It When My Candy Tells Me To Eat Healthy

Who does this candy think it is?

Today was not the most successful day.

It was a day of wandering around in confusion and miscommunication. I was on the phone with a friend a bit ago, who was watching a show called Bug Wars. Now when he told me this, I heard Thug Wars. So I kept going on about how it sounds like a dumb show and what exactly was the criteria for "being a thug"? Yeah, I felt a little silly once he corrected me.

I attempted to write a blog post earlier and squeezed out five words before giving up. Those five words were:

Holy Shit.
You know when

I'm not really sure where I was going with it. I'm sure it had something to do with the fact that I'm GOING TO SEE MODEST MOUSE TOMORROW!

Sorry for shouting. I am just really, really excited.

Ever more excited than I was when I found all this in the dollar section at Target...

Who doesn't love Batman and candy?

This past week has been like skipping-Junior-Prom-to-go-see-Good-Charlotte excited. Don't judge, we all liked silly bands in high school. 

So I dedicate this post to my amazing wife, who surprised me with the concert tickets and a flight to San Francisco because I am horribly broke. She is the absolute best. In part to show my appreciation, I drew a fantastically cheesy picture of us.

Adorable, isn't it?

Alright, I need to finish packing for my flight tomorrow. Man, I really hate packing.