Thoughts:

• Your way sucks.
• We’re all we have.
• No apologies.
• And fuck you.

We spent yesterday arguing with our children at Busch Gardens. Savannah didn’t want to do anything at all and screamed as much at the top of her lungs a few times. We caught some ice skating thing, the Mapapa Acrobats of Kenya and spent some time over in the kids section taking Hope on some little rides. That being said, I can think of lots of better ways to drop a few hundred dollars. Oh yeah, there was free beer too—maybe if we’d had a little more of that we wouldn’t have cared as much.

What? What’s that you ask? Of course there are nine photos.

This is what was rigged between two chairs in the dining room when I arrived home from work. She made a place to dry her unmentionables after she hand-washes them—a panty line.

The panty line is far more sophisticated than the methods shown here and here and the one talked about here.

Look at you chasing down all of those links to panties.