Dad probably had the harder test that day.
Then there was that first go-around instead of landing, and I saw the instructor step to a radio that he never used.
Then we graduate. Become an Eagle Scout. And spend a summer lifeguarding. Shall we discuss the tats? Especially the one that surprised the maternal unit?
So let's head to Florida, and in the hubbub, Lil's birthday is forgotten. She seems no worse for the wear, but I do.
Here is his daily view.
He sent that yesterday to ask how it compared to my view.
He won. Bear in mind that I did not send him a pic of the Trump book. I sent AND posted here a pic of the dreary sky we had today.
Let's try that again.
Then we learn what 5 am leadership development really is. Think hardcore PT.
Then he wrestled with jellyfish.
He lost. BTW, there's the tat that made for an interesting surprise.
Then the finger. Oh dear.
That little chip doesn't look like much, but it will likely cost him his flight rating for multi engine planes this year.
He does now have finger decorations.
And then another surprise, this one for Thanksgiving.
Which apparently led to dorm redecorating.
The idea for which apparently arose in a bowling alley. After my comment regarding vandalism, he pointed out that the white was canned snow.
Now, you might wonder about Lil's stuff in all this. Her phone went on the fritz, and she can't send pics for now. We have to actually talk now and again. Which we did tonight, but not for long enough. We'd both had a long day.
-- text tapped from a virtual keyboard. You found misspellings? Imagine that. Get over it.