My co-worker and good friend,
Ryan Astamendi, and I always joke with each other about how vastly different our lives are. Every Monday we deliver the standard, "What did you do this weekend?" My weekends usually consist of yard work, birthday parties and early bedtimes. His weekends usually consist of...Well, let's just say that his weekends yield new photos of half-naked brunettes. Bastard!
Anyhoo, last Saturday I was knee-deep in tree roots and thinking to myself, "This is as pure an example of what I do on weekends as anything! I really need to document this. Hopefully I can laugh about it...Otherwise, I'm going to cry!
And this is how Ry spent his weekend.
Fuck.
