Drip sandcastles with the kids. And kudos to the guys at Hair Club for Men for making such a fine product.
Piper hasn’t progressed as well on Plyo X as we had originally hoped…this is her at the top of a rock star hop.
2Pac would be proud of my 2 pack. Only 4 more packs to go. Please excuse the pastiness; it’s genetic, I think.
Sunset on the cruise. Too bad it was mere minutes before Jupiter crashed into our planet, killing us all.
I’m fairly confident I had been drinking here. Mary as well, given the framing composition choices. And by that, yes, I mean Mary was fairly confident that I had been drinking.
Crap, I think I spaced the lenses too far apart on my makeshift stereoscopic camera. Probably didn’t help that one lens was marked “Kids” and one was marked “Adults.”
Piper apparently doesn’t share my dislike of elongated, legless, carnivorous reptiles. Hell, she’s probably a Parselmouth. On the plus side, I hear Hogwarts offers generous tuition discounts to Mudbloods. 529 plan? Vegas, baby!
Stupid P90X, I can’t even make my arms work anymore. That, and I appear to be growing taller again…hopefully just Clare’s poor choice of forced perspective and not some horrible genetic disorder, or lack thereof.
I’m on a boat. I’m on a boat. Take a good hard look at the motherf*cking boat. And my pasty white arms.
The intrepid soccer player faces the end of the season. Alone, vulnerable, brave. Just waiting for the thrill of cake and a generic trophy.
