Saturday Shenanigans: Wild Bill, Blackbeard, & Big News

Just a girl and her pup

Woke up at 5:30 a.m. to no power. No lights, no AC, no coffee. Just me, my thoughts, and Clyde’s judgmental stare. What a doozy. So naturally, I decided to mow the lawn—because who doesn’t attack the front and part of the back yard before sunrise? Electric lawn mower for the win. Shoutout to my parents for that one. Might finally be adulting, folks.

By 8 a.m., I had already completed one full suburban dad checklist and was en route to go tanning. Got there early (of course), so I knocked out some grocery shopping first. Multitasking queen. Then off to the tanning bed, aka my serotonin capsule.

The highlight of the morning? A call with my realtor. The seller is apparently open to everything on my list—say less! If this keeps going in the right direction, I might just host a block party before the ink dries.

After de-stinking myself (you’re welcome, world), I got ready for my 4 p.m. meeting with Emily, the boss lady of Baby Bump Imaging, LLC. But before business, pleasure: Clyde and I hit up the Blackbeard Festival. And let me tell you, it was a BLAST. I snagged:

• A mushroom ring (because vibes),

• A wedding gift for Emily & Eric (probably handing that off today),

• And the pièce de résistance… a $50 Wild Bill’s Root Beer. Yes, you read that right. FIFTY. FREAKING. DOLLARS. Was it delicious? Absolutely. Was it worth $50? Absolutely not. But now I have a souvenir mug that screams regret.

The crowd started thickening, so Clyde and I called it and dipped. But not before doing our weekly drive-by of the new house. I take every excuse to see it—I’m obsessed. Though let’s be real, my commitment to stability is seasonal. Still, for now? This house has my heart.

I got to Sly Clyde a bit early and while waiting for Emily, I overheard a woman passionately talking about how the military deserves more respect. I couldn’t help but lean over and thank her. It’s been challenging attending a liberal arts school where not everyone shares that sentiment. But hey—joke’s on them, my GI Bill pays their salaries. 😏 You're welcome, VWU.

That said, we can’t change everyone’s views, and honestly? Not my circus, not my monkey. Conflict’s part of life—and someone’s gotta defend it. 😉

Sitting here, sipping my overpriced root beer, typing this out, dreaming about the new house, I’m wondering… should I invest in a golf cart next?

Just me, Clyde, and the wind in our fur. Thoughts? Tips? Send 'em my way.

Off to meet with Emily now—can’t wait to tell y’all how it goes. And hey—no judgment on the double posting. I guarantee odd-day uploads, but let’s be honest… you’re probably gonna hear from me daily anyway.

Hope I keep y’all entertained, thinking, or at least chuckling.Drop a comment, let me know you’re here.Love y’all. See you tomorrow.

- BP 🖤