Ahoy, land-lubbers!

Hey kids,

Here's the three of us rendered in exactly eight colors, using the "cutout" filter in P-Shop. We look like a velvet painting! Wavy is wearing the black tank top that daddy says makes her look like Debra Winger in every movie she's ever been in. I think he's thinking about Urban Cowboy. Or maybe Officer and a Gentleman. What-EV.

On assignment yesterday at the Wooden Boat Show. Yet another event that is soooooooo me. Anyway, they had really plush porta-potties, nicer than the ones at Hot August Nights:



I think I will start a new photo series, "Honey Wagons of the New Frontier: A Pictorial Essay of Porta-Potties in Northern Nevada."

Anyway, at the boat show yesterday, I got to ride in a restored 1928 wooden boat. It made me homesick for the boats and boating the family and I did while growing up. Our driver was nice enough, but horrible behind the wheel. It was all I could do not to knock him out of the way and show him how it's really done. I mean, he just nosed this $300,000 boat in the general direction of the pier, switched off the ignition and started yelling at dock boys to "fend off" and "be careful" and "catch the rope and pull us in." No finesse whatsoever. Man, when I docked a boat back in the day, it was a thing of beauty. Zip in at a perfect 45-degree angle, a quick thrust into reverse with a hard right on the steering wheel to swing the stern into place, and my boat would parallel in and gently kiss the dock.



Your grandparents are coming tomorrow to spend the night and pick up Jake for the week. Then daddy is taking a quick trip Sunday-Tuesday, so it will just be me and you for a couple of nights, baby. What shall we do with ourselves? Dinner at Viet Phong, a stroll around the Capitol grounds, maybe some shopping at Michael's and Old Navy? Let's do all the stuff that daddy and Jake hate, 'kay?

Hey, since we're being all random and shit, here's a photo of what I had for lunch yesterday, laid out all nice on my dirty-ass truck seat, subsequently gobbled and slurped down while chugging up Highway 50 to Tahoe:



A soy mocha and a turkey sando from Starbux. $10.50. Plus a $1.50 tip. That's $12. When did it become okay to spend that kind of money on a coffee and a frickin' wilty-lettuce, no-condiment, dried-out bread sandwich? Shame on me.

Anyway, big plans for next weekend. Love ya lots. Godspeed, Jakob! And if you feel the need to poo your pants in the next few days, I'm sure grandma won't mind one wittle bit.