I am home alone,
much like Macaulay Culkin.
Once I finish this post, I'll be busy setting up burglar traps.
The week in pics.
Good friends smuggled us actual NYC bagels.
To top it off, they also gifted us some fish.
Some people marry into families.
I married into the tribe.
Hydrangea blooms for my wife-
weeding not included.
The little one found the rocket ship cake pans.
Wait a minute...
That's no rocket ship!
Single car accident.
I still haven't been able to determine the cause yet.
"Hey, kid. Do you want to try one of my organic biscuits?"
"Dude, I was just kidding.
I can't believe you really ate it."
My Father's banana birthday cake
(NOT shaped like a rocket ship).
Happy Birthday, Papa-San!
Top right is my nephew on his first roller coaster.
He seems pretty blasé about it.
Don't be fooled by its good looks.
The word on this bird is that it stalks people and attacks them.
Pringles duck bills.
Ladies basking by the pool.
A tip bucket with Jimi Hendrix and a word bubble that says, "Scuse me while I tip this guy."
When you go the extra mile, it makes the world a much better place.
Someone has been messing with my calendar and they are using blue ink.
If your wife asks you to guess what has a crack in it, the correct answer is "your cell phone".
I answered incorrectly with "your butt".
We are planning a trip to Montreal, so our good friend who is from there hooked us up with Montreal in 96 Hours, a booklet written by him chock full of things to do and places to see.
Don't tell him, but I sent it to a publisher and signed a book deal.
"Plagiarize" is a french word, after all.
I found an old school gym!
The streets of D.C.
F#@$ your blog.
I love it.
See you next week.