#tbt My dad and Beth, c. 1987. This is how 50-year-old men used to look.
#fbf to 1984 and one of the only photos of our first apartment in Seattle. My parents brought us the hot new board game. We drank a lot of Michelob, it seems. Good times and perms and flannel shirts, oh my.
Sucking the remaining Coke Zero out of ice cubes from yesterday’s lunch because there are no more cokes in the house is kind of the definition of dependency. Don’t care.
Just gonna leave this here and call it a night. #myheart #bluesfacebix
And the tooth shall set you free.
Yeah, this works.
My view as I step out of my room into my daughter’s garden. Things grow here, too.
Airport breakfast. Had worse. (Not shown: Diet Coke)
Nice day to start a trip
He’s probably grown a foot in four months. Tomorrow I get to measure. #SanAntoniobound #bixfaceblues
#tbt to 1982. Fiddler and the WASP. Just dinner theatre number, not the actual show, thanks be to God.
When your wife and daughter engage in a text conversation and include you while you're mowing the lawn and can't get to your phone easily to mute the beeps coming into your headphones and so the back of your head blows off. This is after 8 minutes.