Hey, Xander, Dennis, Jordan, and Ash! How is everyone?
Hey, Drewbear. Instead of ass-kissing, will there be an ass-biting ceremony? 😀
Nope, Mickey and Remy always hold doors and push in chairs for each other. Because Morgan and Dad-in-law have done a good job of teaching Mickey how to be a man. Remy just sort of picked up on it when they started dating.
I love the two boys in this picture. So sweet, and not afraid to show their love for each other. They appear to be at a concert or another outdoor venue of some sort. I can picture them attending a Rufus Wainwright, Jr. concert.
We're doing well. Mickey is making taco-grilled cheese sandwiches. Morgan is working on some sweet potato fries, and I made a pitcher of Agua Fresca earlier. Remy had to go home yesterday, but he'll probably be back sometime later this week.
I'm afraid the foster kids are gone. The sperm-and-egg donors took Randy's family to court, wanting to reclaim "their" children. There's a very good reason why those kids were removed from their home, but Justice isn't always fair, sadly.
Hey, Albert. How's you and Steve?
Hey, Bumble B.
Hope you feel better, Dugh. Sending gentle. for you. *scratches Thistle on his belly*
Hey, Bobber.
Hey, Marty!
Hey, Spikey.
Hey, Drewberry Pi!
What was that for?!
Yeah, Mickey, Remy, and Rory are watching The Rainbow Tribe on DVD right now. We went swimming earlier today, which was refreshing.
Everything went well with the kayaking trip. The boys got home just as Morgan was pulling the ribs off the grill. Letting the ribs rest before carving gave the boys just enough time to change into dry clothes before dinner. Then we went to see the late air show at Clinch Park. Glad to hear that the girls had fun, too.
Hey, Clo.
Hey, Marty.
Hey, Xander, Dennis, Jordan, and Ash!
Nope, nothing wrong at all!
Native American boys are always beautiful. The tribes in Traverse City have their own schools, so we didn't have many Native kids in the public school district, but I couldn't take my eyes off of them.