DAY 321: Operating On Fumes, and Love:)

I loved this little shit before I even knew what his name was.

Today, I left the house for work at 4:00am and returned at 10:00pm. I’m beat. Although, just as I was ready to hit the sack (the bed, not my own), I heard Jake crying through the monitor. I looked at Mama J, like “Can I get ’em, can I get ’em!?” I guess it’s like a little puppy, excited to greet his owner when he gets home. Only I’m the puppy, and Jake’s the…. Aw, f**k it, I’m tired. You get the point.

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