Steve Martin

A couple of weeks ago Paul and I endured a night of very cold, very wet weather in order to watch Steve Martin play the banjo.

It was awesome.

Like, really, really awesome.

Summer Concert

Glorious weather, Elivis Costello, The Police, and great company.

daddy's juice

Paul drinks between one and six diet mountain dew a day (this is really just a guess and I am sure I will stand corrected). Anyway, George and Charlie both know that the green cans in the fridge and pantry are daddy's (I hate mountain dew). George calls them "daddy's juice" and likes to take the cans out of the box in the pantry and put them in the fridge and Charlie pulls empty cans out of the recycle bin and pretends to drink from them. Yesterday we were at Costco (our weekly trip) and George started pointing to a huge flat near the ceiling and yelling "Mom, look, look! Daddy's juice!" Sure enough he had spotted the diet mountain dew at the very top of the aisle.

p.s. I generally drink some type of cola (diet coke or diet dr. pepper) which George calls "mommy's juice."