Five for July 15th:
Rained out (again). Another out-of-nowhere downpour threw a wrench into Jane and I’s plans to go big-wheeling at the park last night. Over it.
Five years. A half-decade ago yesterday, I proposed to Lisa at sunset on a private beach in the British Virgin Islands, after smuggling the engagement ring into the country unnoticed inside a container of dental floss. Two kids and one house later, we’re still going strong, and definitely need to get back to Virgin Gorda soon.
Grosso’s Loveletters. Stumbling downstairs in the morning and turning on Youtube to find a new episode of the Letters waiting for you is always a good start to the day. Behold Truck Wars: Part 1.
Cool stuff. Morning roll, new watch, finding four Modelos hiding in the back of the fridge, A Giant Billboard of Trump and Cruz Kissing Just Went Up Outside the Republican Convention, new lightning/USB cable, lunch 3 Kings with Tom.
Weekend action. Hanging with old friends and old friends’ children in Jeff City, going to the pool, mowing lawns, possible early morning skate session, barbecuing.