where our wasted time becomes your wasted time
Brad, Beth and Brent’s mom is the middle of the birthday sandwich. In years past (before we were aware of this fact) December 18 was reserved for Lauren ordering me around all day. “I’m your elder now and you have to do what I say.” Now things are much better. A year or so ago I put together some photos from the Royuks many travel adventures. Here’s one:
Today (Sunday) I am 37 years old. (Hooray – a prime number. It’s been six years since that’s happened.) No big plans for the day – just doing some last minute shopping, perhaps. (By the way, Kathryn wanted me to make it very clear to everyone that she was the first to wish me Happy Birthday. […]
One of the advantages to living in this old house is that we have pre-aged hardwood floors. It’s the lovely look of hardwood, but since it’s already scratched, there’s no pressure to keep it nice. It’s also expanded and contracted as much as it ever will, so there are big gaps here and there. Anyway, […]
Charles made the news, and the police aren’t involved this time. Check out the broadcast here.
For the past few years, Samith and various other guys that we know have been going to see a movie once a month. Originally these were “Any Movie Our Wives Wouldn’t See With Us”, but as that almost universally means that it’s a bad movie, the vernacular became “Bad Movie Night”. Now we actively search […]
I give you Shmoo Shepherd and Stingy Wise Man. (Look at that thing the shepherd is holding. It’s definitely not a lamb. Is it a fish? What’s a shepherd doing with a fish?) (Whenever I set out Stingy Wise Man, in a snooty voice I say, “Are you REALLY the Son of God?”)