BIRTHDAY SPLATTERBUTT

and comfortable discomfort

This and more in this week’s edition of HarperTheFox news.

BUTT FIRST!

This last week, my collaborator and husband Max turned 41! I remember a time when I thought 41 was ollllld, but he still looks fine as hell to me. Probably because I’m becoming old and decrepit right along with him.

To celebrate, we got the VERY RARE treat of take-out. Seriously, we buy food outside the house maybe six times a year.

And guess what? Those fucking overpriced cheeseburgers gave us all food poisoning. So, happy birthday my love… followed by two days of horror.

Although, I do have another theory.

My 2 year old girl is beautiful, sweet, hilarious… and a little bit devilish. And she’s the ONLY ONE who had zero symptoms. So maybe SHE poisoned us???

I’ll sleep with one eye open.

AND NOW!

“Can I have more info about this ‘life on the road’ thing you keep talking about?”

We are planning to leave JUNE FIRST to start our epic road-life adventure. There are a lot of reasons we are moving our three small children, two dogs, a snail, and ourselves into a 20 ft trailer / camping rig.

One reason is to make our way to Austin, and network with funny people. Yuk yuk. Another is to save our pennies so that we can buy a home without selling a kidney.

A third and perhaps unexpected reason? Comfort.

Comfort, with 5 humans and 3 animals in a 20 ft trailer? Why yes. That’s the idea.

Max and I have lived on the road before, and met people from all walks of life. And we’ve met people who lived mobile. You know what they do? GET THE FUCK OUTSIDE. Those people spent nearly every waking hour outside and exploring. More than anyone else, THOSE were the people who could be comfortable anywhere. Chatting for hours in a deep squat by a river, pooping in a hole, sleeping on bare carpet. Oddly enough, some of the places they seemed LEAST comfortable were plopped on a squishy couch watching trashy TV shows.

That’s the kind of comfort and confidence I hope my kids develop as they age. Competence, and the ability to be at peace in your own company.

SONG OF THE WEEK

This song is the opposite of how my family’s week has been, but hey, still worth sharing! Y’all are sick and keep giving views to my songs about poop, so I’ll just keep giving the public what they want.

That’s all for now. I will write again next week with songs, stories, and updates on this big huge adventure.

Paid subscribers below the fold are going to get to hear a brand new song that parodies a classic from the “O Brother Where Art Thou” soundtrack.

See you down below!

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