Rode our bikes out to The Hangin' Tree this afternoon.

Snacks on a Pack

Just loadin' up for a Sunday bike ride.

Dear Jeremy,

Up In The Roof

I finally got around to sticking my head up into our crawl space today. It had been trying to keep me out by being 110 inches above our floor, but I solved that problem with a classic trunk+stool combination. If it hadn't turned out to be covered with a thick layer of loose insulation and large splinters of wood I might have started to spend time up there.

¬Seasonal Affective Disorder

 This weather is really getting to me and my pastimes. Wisconsin's winter get's talked about a lot but I don't really think about it much until it starts to throw in its towel every year. Then I remember how much I like playing Scrabble outside, and that I have two bicycles downstairs that I want to ride. Maybe I should have been bewaring the Ides of March better, but I was caught unawares by this reverse Indian Summer we're having right now.

A celebratory Face Down

Scrabble in the sunshine just feels better, like how Diet Dr. Luv taste more like Regular Dr. Luv. And look, we were playing UNITRIKE at the exact same time as this was posted to the internet. Kreepy.

Otter Island

A few days ago Katie asked me what the name of that song is from the archetypical comedic chase scene. Yakety Sax has been in my iLibrary since 4/29/2006; isn't it zany?

Later we made this video. And put it into fast-motion.

A little morning wordplay.