I have nothing here to report... absolute zilch. So instead, I'll leave you with a few pictures.
Lori and I with our plush roses we won at the balloon/dart game. This was down at Waterland last weekend.
Lori and Aaron get ready to toss some wiffle balls to win a prize. Aaron actually won something (that game is HARD.) and the guy held up two stuffed animals to choose from. Aaron looks at me and says 'Which one, Pooh or Tigger?" I scowled... "let's see, which one do I detest less?" Seriously. I motherfucking hate tigger and pooh. HATE. In case you were wondering, pooh won. But not by much.
Lori is getting a psychic reading here.