The Best Days.


Given this last week, I don't think the fact that we decided to go out and unwind was totally unreasonable. We do not go out together very often anymore. Come to think of it, we don't really go out that much individually either. Maybe we are getting old. Maybe we are more selective in how we spend our free time. Most likely, we are just kind of lame and tired. C'est La Vie, such is the life of parents with limited access to all night sitters. On the rare occasion that we do go out, we  go all out. Which means that we hang out at the same old dive bar with our friends who don't need babysitters and pretend that we aren't still on our first beer when the second band starts playing.

Dive bar.


J:  Omar and Bob. Sometimes we make heavy metal together. When I'm not around they make Dream Pop. I suppose that's ok too.
L:  You should check them out. 


J: I did not think I was going to like what was about to happen onstage when I took this picture. I was wrong. Quite wrong.
L: Mr Gnome was so good.



 L: Saturday morning I decided it would be fun to do some sort of fall craft with leaves.  So the boys and I headed outside to find some.
 


J: I was knee deep in grease and tires when these were taken. However, I was sneaking peeks of their progress as L sent them to me via a well positioned cell screen in my toolbox.
L:  We made a pretty little garland.


J: There is not much I look forward to more than Sunday morning breakfast.
L:  Sunday morning we got up and had a big breakfast.  Finn helped me make the biscuits and gravy.
Daddy made the rest.



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Well then.

DAY OFF.