Rye's been on pain meds and muscle relaxers for spine problems recently, and they've been making him a pretty loopy, sorta like when he's drunk, uninhibited. Last weekend we took my mom out to lunch at a little marketplace that had a little bit of everything. I stepped away to check out the bread area and I came back to this.

Sorta a "you had to have been there" joke, but meh.

Seriously guys. Anyone want any pickles? Our fridge is full of them now.