Day 98 consisted of an early father-son run to Chick-fil-A, but not quite early enough to get breakfast. What’s the deal with the 10:30 a.m. cutoff anyhow? Does anyone really want lunch at 11:00? Then again, I am the type of guy that has coffee first thing, coffee second thing, and doesn’t usually eat his first meal until 11:00/11:30 anyhow. Maybe it’s just me, but I wish Chick-fil-A would serve breakfast until 11:00. Anyone with me?
Sandra was working early today, so thank you for the service of my [Asian Salad], which, as always, was amazing:
The rest of the day was a lot of hanging with Asher, and since I could not sleep last night for the first time in a long time (fell asleep some time after 2:00 a.m.), I’m just going to give you an Asherpalooza of pictures from our time at the neighborhood lake/dock.
(view of our lake on the boardwalk)
(Asher loves his BOB)
(I’ve got a monkey on my booty)
(Asher loves to bear crawl – he’s gonna stand up any day)
(Asher puts his mouth on everything – like the wood)
(Asher puts his mouth on my shoe) (Asher about to put a stick in his mouth – sorry for the finger photobomb) (The stick tastes good, dada) (What’s behind me guys?) (I’m outta here dudes)