Gonna try to hammer this out quick because I’m tired but still need to get some words down for WOP Book IV.
Went to the beach with my lovely family.
On the way, I was financially mugged at every fuel stop by Joe Biden and his environmental cronies.
(Democrat Party. 0/10 stars. Do not recommend.)
Otherwise, had a pretty good time. With the typical stress that having two kids cause. Got this picture with the forever lovely Mrs. Testerman.
(I not only love guns, I also love this shirt. My Vortex Optic hat off to Combat Iron Apparel for being such a bada$$ clothing company who ain’t afraid to make good stuff.)
Then I came home and created an official Author Instagram Account.
I tried to set my pronouns as (AR/15) but Instagram was on to us and wouldn’t allow it. So, I settled for not bothering to mock such lunacy as selectable gender roles. But hey, shameless plug. Go follow me. I’ll keep it entertaining.
Finally, last night I drove to Winston-Salem and had some more ink put on my toxic masculine, knuckle-dragging, behind-on-the-times, non-gender confused body.
With the help of my extremely talented and favorite tattoo artist, I had a ‘Vae Victus’ (“Woe to the Conquered”, uttered by Brennus the Gaul after he sacked Rome.) put across my collar bone, a trio of crosses on my right boobie, and a Roman Gladius sword slapped down the center of my chest.
It all hurt.
On the writing front, not much to add. I’m behind. Very unhappy with that, but I’ve a week long ‘stay-at-home’ vacation coming up over the Fourth of July(The anniversary of my beginning to write!) and I plan on hammering out a TON of words that week to get caught up.
Anyways. I hope you all have a wonderful rest of June, keep your powder dry, your gas tanks and larders full, and good luck surviving the next two years of a Brandon Presidency.