Last Thursday, we drove down to Omaha for the kid brother's white coat ceremony at Creighton. The ceremony was nice and we were all proud of Michael for being able to walk across a stage and put on a white doctor's coat in front of a large audience without tripping, stumbling, or getting his shirt sleeves caught awkwardly in the coat like so many others. There was lots of celebrating and toasting and general merriment in getting him off on the right foot:
Cyndy and Dave:
Cyndy and me at the tobacco shop...in old barber chairs...which were in the tobacco shop:
I was sad to come home Saturday night.
Today I took the girls to the beach while Jim golfed with Dad:
I would say that this would have been an excellent activity had it not ended in a citation from the Deephaven police for "failure to display parking permit" (which I don't have) and expired license tabs (which I received a ticket for about three weeks ago also).
This Wednesday morning, Jim and I are headed out on our first serious road trip. We're driving Dad's car down to his house in Phoenix and flying back late on Sunday night. We're hoping to be in Hays, America Wednesday night, Albuquerque Thursday night, and Dad's house sometime Friday afternoon. Talk about eking out one more trip this summer.
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Yeah, I noticed it was permit parking only there. How annoyingly Deephavenish. Can you park up the street and walk down (assuming you're not toting 3 girls)? I couldn't tell if that was permit as well.
Yeah, they're not all about the outsiders over there. Totally lame.
Good luck with the road trip! Charge the iPod and bring plenty of snacks :)
Sorry, can't believe I forgot to comment on the title. "If you had to," as if marrying a TV star would be a real chore. And of all of the TV stars (a group, mind you, that includes Michael Vartan and Bradley Whitford) you would choose Bill Cosby. Clueless dad wearing frumpy sweaters sitting on the couch watching chaos unfold, occasionally contributing somewhat witty comments.
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