7and8

What a cool day it was yesterday. I started off pissed (anyone who knows me knows that if judged in the morning I will never win the Noble prize for Peace). My family rescued me from the 'Grumpy Pal Motel'. We went to church, ate donuts, went for a bike ride, spent too much at Target and the day ended with 7 and I building a set of cubes. Nothing says Father's day like teaching your son not to strip the head of a screw with a drill and how to recover from a bent nail while hammering.
I'm one proud papa. He did a great job.
Watch for the picture of my Father's Day present...