The sum of all my fears

       
A few weeks ago, I posted the weirdest of all posts, the very first of the year, called "Disturbance".
Disturbance, indeed, was I sensing in the Force as some of the people closest to me had started behaving in odd and shady fashion...

Something was cooking...

Soon enough, things came to a head. I corned him. He flaked, then admitted. He confessed. He had been recruited. He had be seduced by the dark side of the Force, dammit. He had joined the evil ranks of the damned ones. Those whose name must not be spoken.

Friends and colleagues of his have worked their evil way into his soul, irrevocably corrupting it per saecula saeculorum. Possessed by the devil himself, he went out and, in a reckless fit of depraved decadence, ruined our finances forever acquiring this:

Yes, my friends, my husband has been transmuted into a freaking roadie, can anyone believe this shit?

The filthy instrument of  evil already received royal treatment, with a custom-made special resting area and that's only the beginning. Soon enough, the creature will get sent to spas while I'll get summoned to vacate the conjugal bed so it can replace me!!!!

But don't worry my friends, I shall find a way to defend myself and rescue my prince in distress from the spell cast by the devilish creature.

Avada Kedavra!

Hum... Does not seem very effective.

Meanwhile, Dear Hubby, poor innocent soul, started "preparing" himself for bike season, which should hopefully start in less that two months. In particular, the man decided to start strong on the diet front, an sample of which you can see below.

 Yes my friends, canard confit and potatoes sauteed in duck fat. Talk about building some muscle!
Satisfied with himself, he topped the whole thing with a high energy, electrolyte replenishing, endurance developing drink. Pathetic...

Cheers!