no sharks this weekend, just some lazy time at home interrupted by a few trips to the driving range. brendan came into our room saturday AM dressed and ready to start his day, wearing some shorts and a collared shirt- clearly, something had gone eerily wrong during the night. his motive- he wanted to go to the driving range, and he knew that the course we go to requires collared shirts even at the driving range. now how's a dad supposed to say no to that?
no pics from the driving range, but here's a random one from last week when the "chefs" were making dinner...
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