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Here’s a serving of traditional Newfoundland side-eye for your holiday enjoyment.
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Lil’ jerkwad.
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Happy Gotcha Day, Rory. Please don’t kill me.
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Annual tradition.
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Saw fjords yesterday. Little windy.
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Im a gateway to darkness!
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She gets a Michelin star for her birthday.
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Every year I draw a picture for Beth on her birthday. This is this year’s — I call it “The Scent of Lilacs with Just a Hint of Imminent Violence”. (It’s a working title.) My wife loves lilacs and they always come out around her birthday. So for the first
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Oh, hi Rory.
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Smelling lilacs like a boss.
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Yes, I am under there.
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Chocolate-chip pancakes with crème fraîche, blueberries, and one fuck ton of maple syrup. Pancake Tuesday, yo.
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It’s our last night in Mexico, so we’re making grumpy faces. (Or at least I am. Not quite sure what she’s doing. Other than drinking tequila.)
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Living my best cenote life- hey.
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Hats.
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Ugh, gross.
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Ugh, gross.
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We are on vacation in Mexico. This is Big Poppy. He lives outside our unit. Hi, Big Poppy.
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I’m in Vancouver stealing yer ambience
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“Oh yeah, filming Smooth Criminal was great. Michael was a total gentleman. Anyways, can I grab you folks some drinks?”
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Streeeeeetch.
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Out with the wife celebrating spooky season.
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First week on the job.
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I’m home.
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MOOD
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Happy Canada Day, from our neighbourhood to yours. (Yeah, I spelled it with a “u”. IT’S FRIGGIN CANADA DAY.)
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Still masking at work.
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"The Newfie and the Sea Monster" It's my wife's birthday, and thus I have drawn her another picture. I wanted to celebrate her Newfoundland heritage (hence the rowboat), but I also wanted to celebrate how we work as a family. She has her eyes on the big p
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“You guys ever planning on dusting?”
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“I’m working from home.”
