You know, for kids!
Look at my giant crack.
This is the big crack in my windshield that I was talking about. Sometime tomorrow, I should have a brand new windshield that does not have giant cracks in it, or thousands of tiny pock marks from 34 years of hard driving. So check out my crack while you can.
We finally made it to Tiki Ti!
After years of planning, Aaron, Stephanie and I finally made it out to Tiki Ti. It is a very small Tiki bar with very strong drinks. I took this picture to make sure that we remembered our trip, although I think we held up pretty well in the face of so many tropical drinks. We had the Blood and Sand, a Vicious Virgin, a Missionary’s Downfall, and a gigantic Sunburned Hawaiian.
I am the Hulk!
I was driving home from lunch today and a large wasp was buzzing around on the inside of my car, mostly by the windshield right in front of me. I managed to safely get back to the parking garage (even though it did land dangerously in my lap at one point) and I escaped from my car without incident. Then, I made a logical decision: I must smoosh this bug. I grabbed a window squeegee thing I had in the back seat and tried to mash it onto the windshield. Somehow, with this $2 piece of plastic and my brutish strength, I managed to crack the entire passenger side of the windshield. There is a big star-like crack that’s about a foot in diameter. And the wasp survived. Until I grabbed a T-shirt and used it to gently brush the insect from my car. Then I jumped on it. Let this be a lesson to all living creatures: you enter my car at your own risk.
