


at some point, hopefully not too far off i would love to make some more.
this second one is a nesting box for robins.



all i can say is thank goodness his house is dry because 93 mercer apartment 2 is not. there was a flood from the apartment above today. shauna's closet took the brunt of it. thankfully there weren't any catastrophic damages. soldier on
and this is a tiny house that could serve no practical purpose except for heightening the adorability of any room it graced.
more to come...
these are a couple of pics from our day at the beach:
this is shauna doing a super cute little landscape painting of the scene above while we were hanging out in the sand:
you can click here to see the finished paintings. and here is that skin you were all promised:
i'm pretty sure i already regret posting a shirtless picture of myself on the internet. i invite you to post your best hairy, tubby breast jokes in the comment section.
we were fortunate to be able to see the j.c. fireworks from our vantage point:
as well as the n.y.c. show:
finally here's a nice shot of papi and his always exposive behavior:
blammo!

look out tennis world, shauna and i have taken to the hard court. after a marathon three day session of play in some summer heat we're taking a few days to recover before we hit the courts again this weekend. look out mr. jiggles, yer goin' down! - for those not in the know mr. jiggles is the name of my gut.
no doubt you've all noticed a pretty steep decline in my may posting totals. my knee jerk reaction would be "hey, i've been busy, doing a little more teaching than usual, i just don't have as much time for crafts and such that i used too have". that sentiment might be disingenuous. i think the real problem might be my clean shaven face. since the "lip sweater" went away i'm not feeling as inspired or clever as i once did. maybe it's one of those samson kinda deals. no worries all, i'll find my drive again.i refuse to remain moxie free. keep checking in and i'll keep trying to entertain; and here's one more look for the road:
oh how i miss you my old friend. r.i.p.







