Labor intensive

While other folks were busy taking a day off, we got busy getting it done. I'd like to say that we were responsible for the meticulously disassembled acorns, but that would be an obscene exaggeration of the truth. We met a group of young Chin girls at the park who deserve all the credit.

Lawn snuggling at the park is best when it's below eighty degrees.

In between taking walks to the park, sorting clothes, eating eggs, drinking coffee, balancing budgets, and sneezing our brains out, we managed to work some more on this song:

Now go open all your windows and sneeze your brains out.

Tractor fall

We were in serious danger of falling deep into a Pingu-induced coma. I did what had to be done and got Baby Jane and myself dressed for brisk morning romp at a secret locale between the trees. There were birds. There were swings. There were slides and a roundabout. We even found a tiny tractor abandoned below the bucket swings. We had the place all to ourselves and we went wild. Just check out the expression of sheer amusement...

Now, excuse me while i kick the sky...

Swings are a whole lot of good times. Also, i later admitted to my wife that i've owned those socks longer than i've known her. Perhaps shopping for some new socks is in my future. To be honest, those shoes aren't nearly as ancient, but barely serve a functional purpose at this point. An alternate view point would prove this point inarguable. You may take my word for it.

Later, four hours at the Strange Brew came and went like nobody's business as i pushed Lauren out of a tree to help her see that she could indeed fly all along: Big black paper mache balloon + candy bars + a dream = a future for our children. Then, we both walked away with a buck eighty in our pockets and revolution in our hearts.

Obviously, i've made my point quite clear.