The dog with the mohawk just told me he likes my boots. Said they’re pretty badass.
This week we saw the usual suspects: dogs ordering coffee and some ticked off geese. Why they decided to nest on the main running/biking thoroughfare on NYC’s Hudson River is beyond me, but if Mother Goose hisses at me one more time, I’m going to make foie gras out of her. Just kidding NYC EPA. I would not harm the wildlife with whom we share this great city.
But it didn’t stop at geese- more wildlife adventures included petting a Golden Retriever with a mohawk, and a visit with a cute husband and wife team of cicadas. That flew into our sunroof while driving. On the highway. That’s what happens when you vainly spend all of your money on a beautiful new car with a sunroof . The universe sends you a handful of reptilian bugs with 3-inch wingspans that beat like hummingbirds. Oh, yeah, I should mention that one flew into Lauren’s dress.
But we did end the weekend on a high note with a lovely Father’s Day weekend, including a sunset family paddle.
Weekday tradition we line up at Stone Street, dogs get their coffee, owners get their bacon treats
Cheers to another fantastic JPM Pride event. We had torrential rain, tents, burgers, 80s DJ, the kids got smacked in the head by two warring birds in the tropical zone. No injuries. Pretty much the best night ever.
Love my morning walk with Jack, get to walk by this beauty every day
Back off, I’m hungover and the kids won’t stop asking me for things. And it’s raining in my living room.
First of all Sour Tomatoes company, your product is nasty so you’ll need some heavy duty marketing to get over this issue. Yet you shoot yourself in the foot with clear packaging making your customer think they’re buying eyeballs. And then there is the illusion of teeth at the bottom.
Out on the town, kid-free. I should look much, much happier than this. Perhaps I’m just starting to think about how painful the next day will be.
Life was good at this point. Early morning coffee, driving up to the lake. Kids laughing hysterically at Rodney’s hair flying out the window. Then two cicadas flew in through the sunroof. Future blog post, trust me.
In case she doesn’t go for science or math, we’re teaching her a valuable new skill: armpit hair braiding.
Ahhh, and the weekend finale. Hope you enjoyed this week’s pics.