About a year ago, I reflected on some things I’d learned about myself while approaching forty. I’m thrilled to report back with some new additions:
- I can no longer be home without immediately changing into sweatpants (my wife is disappointingly unenthusiastic about this)
- I’ve also gotten into wearing slippers around the house, which helps further elevate this killer signature look
- I’m suddenly now into daily crossword puzzles
- I’ve dabbled a bit in the compression socks game, ladies
- If I stand still for a few minutes, then start moving again, the noise from my joints could be mistaken for a violent machine gun ambush
- I don’t even consider typing anything of significance without a physical keyboard
- If I click through on a link and am confronted with a video in lieu of text, I immediately bail
House of Kyle 