I mean, you knew it was going to happen.

My favorite part of this post is that I have so many pictures on my laptop of me eating turkey legs that I now have to name them things like Turkey_Leg_10-2-2016. Because my life is amazing.
I mean, you knew it was going to happen.

My favorite part of this post is that I have so many pictures on my laptop of me eating turkey legs that I now have to name them things like Turkey_Leg_10-2-2016. Because my life is amazing.
Giant Viking privilege:
If you arrive at the hotel’s indoor pool to find it swarming with 12 year old boys making so much noise that your 6 year old daughter starts crying, you can ask them politely to be quiet… then stare at them angrily until they all leave.
If you glare enough, it only takes about 10 minutes.
Me: “If we budget for it, could we do Europe next summer?”
Wonderful Wife: “I’d love to do Europe!”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “No, we can’t go to Europe.”
Me: “Why is that?”
DM: “I haven’t learned Old Norse yet.”
(pause)
Me: “I love you, little viking dude.”