Back from camp. Celebrated Mother's Day. Dani & Vic were down from Chicago. Ate more donuts in the last three days than I'd like to admit to. Camp wears me out now that I'm an old man. Felt lazy all day. Got to hang out with Dani tho. Good brother/sister time that we don't get very often. They've got some exciting stuff going on. [Shoutout: "Hey Dani!"] Mets are loisng to the Nationals by 7 runs. Don't really care. Got a busy couple weeks ahead. Things are falling in line. Here's some photos from the weekend.
We used supplies from the schools art class to mold a companion for Daniel this summer. It looks just like him. I'm sure they'll become fast friends.
Daniel & I reminisced of our glory days over some late night apple pie and french fries and for the life of us couldn't figure out why we failed to maintain our lean physique all these years.
Sometimes we just pump Curtis full of caffeine and crack pills solely to fulfill our occasionally malicious entertainment purposes.
This summer Greg & I plan to merely envision the choreography and transmit our brainwaves to a superconductor plugged into a special decoding unit where they will be tranferred to mini microchips, mixed up into mashed potatos and fed to the children.
In his free time Greg likes to practice prenatal care and has determined April will give birth to a Long Island iced tea and a pack of Marlboro lights. She couldn't be happier.
Remember that 1984 National Geographic whose cover showed that Afghan girl Sharbat Gula, and then the photographer went back twenty years later and took her picture again....?
Here's Greg swinging. We get paid for this.
We made this photo into a card for April on Mother's Day. She replied with an appreciative "I've made a huge mistake.".
I watched the flagline rehearse from the shade of a tree. Yes, we get paid for this.
Me & a tree
After turning 30 I've really hit my growth spurt.
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