You’re not in the house. Kate is not in the house. The house is very quiet. A little too quiet. J/K quiet is amazing. I mean I don’t want it forever. I miss ya’ll already, but like I miss ya’ll but also plan to fully enjoy being by myself for the next 48 hours. I’d love to act like its going to be some coked up party full of strippers. I mean we’ve all been there and honestly its played out. No… this is a “Me Party” there will be take out, there will be television without headphones. I will go to bed at a reasonable time and probably go for a run. Its amazing. Saturday you’ll both come back and I’ll be excited to see you both (well after I get back from Dan’s boat) but for now it’s my time to shine as a pile of human moosh.
Oh you’re probably wondering why this title is called Rolling like a stone… well last Saturday you rolled over the first time! Like holy shit we were so excited to see it. This is the real roll over… not the fake belly to back. We got back to belly! We have some many videos of you almost rolling, getting pissed off, and then yelling at us. To see it finally happen was glorious. Fun fact you won’t stop doing it now, but you also hate it after you do it. I think you get confused as to how you got to this point in your life and now want to go back to your back but forgot how. Then you’re afraid you’ll forever have to be a gremlin with his head propped up and yell in a panic for help. I think I flip you over about 10x an evening now. So, you know you’re welcome.