I heart pork

The last of the old sprinkler valves are at the end of their useful life. Well, one of them is still good. But my anal retentiveness has been bothered by the non-matchy matchy valves for years now. And the PVC work is really just haphazard.

And now I have updated virtually the entire irrigation system. We now have matching valves, and pipes that are less spaghetti-like. And it only took one trip to the hardware store. I may have a future as a surgeon.

Twice cooked pork lettuce wraps. The chili peanut sauce... whoowhee... packs a whallop. My own valves and pipes are totally going to need some work too if I keep eating like this. But my sinuses are clear.

Cracker jack

Eggs and salsa. I'm guessing that jet lag food is the same as hangover food.

A fluffy clean furminated Preston is not jet lagged, but happy to just hang with me.

Manly tattoo. I'm telling everyone I got tattooed while stationed overseas in Korea. And I barely remembered what happened because I woke up in a gutter after a month of drunken debauchery. That's my story.

New bathroom shelves are needed to hold the items kicked out by the proliferating pandas. The lower shelf is slightly droopy because power tools and travel loopiness shouldn't mix.