Stomach flu

Good lord. Everyone in the house except for myself has been down with stomach flu this week. It has been a never-ending parade of puke, poo, crying and misery. And that's just Sarah (I kid).

Hopefully everyone pulls out of it this weekend, because if I have to watch Scooby Doo: Camp Scare one more time I will literally shoot someone.

Jakey, who pooped?

More random cuteness

"So, I think the real difficulty of being 1 is the communication barrier..."

"...But I am interested in your opinions as well and would welcome a discourse over...say, a walk?"

Even though he pushes me down a lot, I just can not get enough of this dude in red.

Who, me?

Finally, we gave Jakey Grahambo's old Cozy Coupe. It went, how do you say?, not well.

Good bye youth

So, as I said earlier, I sold my motorcycle. It hurt, but I'm old and fat and middle aged, so I guess it makes sense to now drive a minivan instead of a two wheeled sex machine. Oh well.

Anywho, Grahambo helped me get it all cleaned up for the new owner and he was pretty funny about it.

The more I get on myself, the cleaner it gets, right?

The Lady Gaga of motorcycle washing

"Work it, Make it, Do it, Makes us...

"...Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger"

And of course, the new Rose Royce

And so that's that. Bike was shipped off last Saturday to a newly divorced member of the State Liquor Board. Life is, of course, terrible.

More photo evidence that we are still alive

Why, hello there. Have you ever seen what I have in my left hand? 

Seriously, what the hell is this thing?

I'm Graham. I have started growing out of my clothes very quickly.

Also, for some reason I want to break my parents's hearts by looking about 7 in this picture.

Jakey practicing for the changing of the guard at the royal wedding.

The loneliness of the cop on the library playroom beat

Graham introducing Jakey to the free scoop of ice cream that he routinely scams from the local coffee shop