Camping Out

To prove I could simultaneously be the best and worst father ever, I recently camped out with Evan until 1am (on a school night) to pick up the brand new Call of Duty. How was it? Kind of fun as a father and son thing, but let's just say the Marlboro/Mountain Dew/Nacho Cheese Dorito crowd was out in force. Unless our next war is hosted on an XBOX server, America is screwed.

To avoid cleaning his room, Evan recently camped out in this makeshift fort.

Halloween 2010

A big thanks goes to Tracy for carving pumpkins, making cupcakes and answering the door... mostly while Hailey and I obliviouly played LIMBO downstairs. She just makes thing nice for everyone. Is it any wonder we all prefer to stay home?

Coincidentally

I woke up from a sound sleep at 4:45am to the painful realization that I'm behind on almost everything I was planning to do... in my life. The house needs work. Work needs work. I need work.

I'm even beginning to think errands equal accomplishments.

In unrelated news... I made real progress (barely left the house) this weekend turning out some sweet (no one cares) new paint schemes (not real paint) for one of the worlds largest automotive (not real cars) communities. Needless to say, Tracy is really proud (appalled).