You're not my Amigo, friend.

My baby. Kirsten was driving my car and was waiting to turn when a taxi cab gave her a love bump. The kind of love that hurts. The car ended up getting a few scratches and we're in the process of getting everything settled. Oh, Kirsten and Emily are fine... should I have mentioned that before?

But my car isn't fine, people.

The taxi driver was from a company called Amigo Taxi. I'm wondering whether or not the fender bump was supposed to be a friendly car-to-car high five. You're not my Amigo, Friend.

My parents have come down to visit for a few weeks. I've been really excited to see them, and now that they're here, we're going to spend as much time as we can with them. They want to clean up the house and get it ready to sell, so I want to help them as much as possible with fixing it. I was walking through the house when we moved Kathy and Kevin out. Man, there was such good, good memories growing up there. I'm going to be really sad to see it go.

There's no real changes on the Emily front, besides she's ravenous to get into the pool. Perhaps in another life she was a fish, but everyday when I get home she'll stare out the window at the weather.
"You know what, daddy?"
"What, Emmy?"
"Today's a good day to go to the pool."
"Yes, just like yesterday, huh Emmy? And the day before... and the day before."

There was a moment when we were heading down the stairs where Emily resembled some sort of Pool Shaman. Her little rabbit towel that hung over her head looked like an animal skin cape and her little water noodle eerily resembled a staff.

Our little Pool Shaman

Well, that's all for now.

So long, and thanks for all the fish