I seem to be home alone...a lot. Those kids and their sports mean I get stuck in a kennel way more than a wiener dog should. But I'll have my revenge...they'll find it in the most surprising places.
Hmmm. Updates...
The basement: Progressing
The peeps: A birthday party at the big park can't be bad.
Tate: gotta love that tunnel, eh pal? Don't worry, little dude. The swelling in uncle Robb's lip is almost gone now.
The volume: Way too loud...isn't there an instrument that can be played in silence?
The games: Elise's serve is feared far and wide. Ian's 'D' is not something you want a part of...he gets five fouls and they don't carry over to the next game...just hand him the ball and no one gets hurt.
That's it for now...so,
Peace. Out.
