Brady and I went to the "dirt park" so he could ride off some boy-energy. He mostly walked his bike around and talked about the engineering of the jumps, the quantity of mud, how to execute jumps, but never actually did any jumping. And very little riding. He's going to be one of those guys that shoots the breeze in the alley, Hank Hill Style. Yup. Mmm-Hmmm. Hey, at least I didn't reference him to Cliff Clavin. Ooops, I think I just did.
You all know from time to time I have moments of moron, right? I decided to dye a faded pair of pants, but I didn't realize I didn't have any rubber gloves until I already had the dye bath ready. So I decided "screw it, how bad could it be?" If I ever utter those words around you, walk away...
Christian and Brady enjoyed an afternoon of GameBoy. (Brady took this pic)
My mom and her fella trying on their new "his and her" jackets. Is that what you do when you retire? Get matching outfits? Just teasing you, mom... kinda.
Natalie and Brady have named this fish "Fishy-Foo-Foo" in honor of the departed Beta owned by the Morris family... his name lives on in the hearts of others...
