Down at the greenbelt. Annie told me, “I think I’m a better rock climber than you. Can you climb as hard as you can to show all your power?”
Pro tip: even though every donut shop in the world is closed on New Year’s day (fair), hotel lobby Starbucks are always open, and you can buy inferior donuts there for five times the price!
What he lacks in skill he makes up for with enthusiasm.
We’ve got Rick, Lightning McQueen dressed as a panda, and a unicorn space princess. As good as it gets.
Today, on the way home from school, Annie asked “When is my paper cut going to stop hurting?” I told her I’d need to look at it. I turned around and saw the below (recreated on-demand at the dinner table):
By far the biggest haul we’ve gotten in Austin
Sometimes we put on the White Stripes and just jump.
Dad outdid himself here, and Annie agrees.
Pig roast VI approaches! I brewed another batch of Pig Roast Pale to accompany the meat. Single hop Citra this time.
You could bottle and sell this. (They’re watching the scene in Bambi where they’re slipping on the ice)