Observations from Bryan...

...on today's drive to preschool.

"There are Starbocks in this world."

"There are ballcanoes in Texas."

"Our dog runs super fast. That's why she's old."

"The construction guys forget when they bury the cars."

This last one makes me think I should survey the yard for fresh shallow graves filled with Hot Wheels cars. The lawn guys are coming this afternoon and I would rather not play the home version of Will It Blend?

What a great day

It started with the abrupt, ear-shattering wailing of the smoke detector at 6 A.M.. 120 decibels. 6 A.M.. I'm up, I'm up! I'm not sure why it decided to blurt out like that... maybe it was just craving attention, but after three or four beep-beep-beeps, it stopped. Naturally, it freaked Bry out, so I spent the next three hours being kicked in the kidneys by a fidgety four year-old (which is still infinitely preferable to where I could be kicked). But it got better.

It was a glorious day and I got to play my favorite game--golf. I couldn't putt worth crap, but I came within four feet of a hole-in-one (I, of course, two-putted to blow the easy birdie). We then went to one of my favorite hamburger joints (Red Robin), where I had my favorite hamburger (the Royal Red Robin--bacon and eggs on a cheeseburger, because breakfast is the most important meal of the day) and my favorite beer (Blue Moon--I don't know what coriander is, but it and orange peel belong in beer). I then came home and grilled my favorite steaks (Delmonico) in my favorite marinade (chipotle pepper) and had more of my favorite beer. Sated on red meat and coriander, I'm feeling quite favorably. I'm sure tomorrow will be another story.

So, I can't believe no one had anything to say about my taste in quasi-classical music or B-52 porn. Ok, if it's more deep-fried twitchy fish you want...

[Note: I'm leaving this topic front and center because it's driving Scott nuts that I wrote about what I ate on July 14th. Snirtle]