F.A.F.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a Funny Animal Friday, and if I’m being 100% honest, it’s because I am down to my last few original F.A.F. pictures from my phone, and I a) can’t decide in which order to use them and b) I don’t want this party to end.

I know, I know, there are thousands- millions– of funny animal photos online. But it wouldn’t be authentic. It wouldn’t be Bev. It wouldn’t be the original forty eight photos I dug up out of my camera roll. So, I bring you this week’s F.A.F., my friends, but please know that the future of F.A.F. is up in the air. I’m going to talk to God about it, and I’ll let you know what He tells me to do. I’m also going to talk to my credit union to see if I want to pay for another year of web hosting¹, or if this here website is also possibly going to be gone for good. I gotta tell ya, folks… Bevvy G doesn’t exactly have the extra cash laying around to fund this shitshow of a ~~life~~ blog, and, well, Coors Light hasn’t offered up that sponsorship yet. However, it pains me to delete all of this hard work, and to leave www.beverlygoldenstein.com vacant. I’mma see what JC says on that one too. (JC as in Jesus Christ, not JC Chasez of *NSYNC)

OK, I’m going to put all of my feelings away and get right down to it.

I won’t tell you that the reason I chose this pic for this week is because I think I effed up my right wrist in a kickboxing class. I also won’t tell you that I found out just how sore/effed up it was on Thanksgiving evening when I went bowling with my family. And I definitely won’t tell you about how my family’s favorite Thanksgiving tradition is bowling.

Happy Friday, y’all.

Life is like a case o’beer. You never know how drunk you’ll get.

-Bev

¹I have no idea what would actually happen if I stop paying for the blog. Do I own beverlygoldenstein.com? Will all of my content go away? Will I still exist, and have a birthday, fingerprints, and a charred liver? I need to call on my more technical girls for some help here. Edith and Nina Applebottom, shoot your girl a text. We gots to figure this out before mid-January.

And, because… in all seriousness, who can say no to Forrest?