My wife and I, before kids, had fish.(and a couple jerk-ass cats) We sucked at keeping them alive, but we loved them. They all had names either from Old Testament kings or Xiu Xiu songs. My wife has been totally crushing on King Hezekiah every since she read the Chronicles of the Kings series by Lynn Austin, and this guy I just picked up is definitely worthy of a name. Hezekiah it is.
My old lady wasn't a fan of my name pick. Apparently, she enjoys naming animals classic male names that were popular a couple generations ago. What the heck do I know? She likes Russell. Whatever you want baby.
I'm a total sucker for classic manly decor from just about any era, what man doesn't want the head of something dead hanging over where he eats. Like seriously.
Oh, cool story from last night. I almost hit a real deer on Route 66 while on the way to look at this guy. Talk about the circle of life, so intense.
On a different note, I'm having a total love affair with the Beermosa right now. I never tried until a few weeks back when a good friend of mine was in town for a Saturday morning. We always drink and talk theology together, so what do you bring over at 8am. Dude. PBR and orange juice. Finally, the hipster culture is good for something.
The Beatles wish they wrote this song.
