We have contact

I have entered the world of disposable contacts. The only real thing this means is that I can get sunglasses without question as to whether I can put prescription is. Oh, and I am likely to scratch my eye.

Owen lost another tooth. He's getting $2/tooth, and now that the $1 Gold coins are out, it seems like Pippi Longstocking money. He likes those coins.

Nathan and I go to Starbucks together on the way in to his day care when I take him in. Lately we go to one near us that has a grocery store near it. Last week, we saw a Mother's cookie truck, went to look inside, and the guy let us in the truck. Nathan was blown away. So many cookies! We haven't seen the Mother's truck since (the "cookie truck") but we have seen the "beer truck" "bucket truck" (a cherry picker), and today, a "bread truck." Good times.

Back to school night tonight. Not likely to be kegstands.

Ohh-Ohh, it's a swedish thing

Title is a reference to U2's "The Sweetest Thing" which listens much better if you make it a swedish thing.

On the fence sick all week. Almost the worst, not sick enough to stay home, not healthy enough to feel like I can do anything. Blech.

Was supposed to go to boss' daughter's wedding Saturday, but got called off. So scandalous. Still have an event Sunday, so that is ok, then more golf on Monday.

Owen is a 1st grader... I can't help but think he is in the system. He's such a social kid and rambunctious. Dang, those kids have a lot of joy sometimes. I'm reminded of the Ray Romano routine where he catches his daughter just staring out the window and he asks her what she is thinking of. She says "Candy." Just candy, when was the last time you just thought about candy.

I now want some candy.