Da da day

My Fathers Day started on Saturday when Randi, Zach and I went to Huntington Beach to hang out. We went to good old Freds, where you can get a 25 plus ounze Bud Light for $4. I only had one since I have to be a responsible driver. Randi on the other hand is a different story.... Just kidding.. We didn't stay too long because Zachy was getting tired, tired of eating his favorite Avacado, and it felt like there was some mini Tornado where we were sitting - so we left. We still had a fun time.



Woke up Sunday morning at the standard 6 a.m. While walking down our hallway, I see two pictures on our wall (Zachy and me) that Randi made. Check them out below.

Also, Randi left some presents for me from Zachy and her - some gear (clothes) and a pair of shoes, which are pretty smooth. We then headed up to TO (sorry Terrell Owens, "TO" only has one meaning in my mind since you left Phila to be on the pathetic Cowboys). In TO, grandma and grandpa (aka "monkey") had a baby pool waiting for Zachy in their backyard. We all put on our bathing suits and spent the day in the sun, with grandpa sweating his !@#$% off cooking everybody some mean old burgers These badboys were tasty. Zachy liked the baby pool, except for Aaron (aka "bear") shooting water out of pistol aimed at Zachy's back. Zach had no idea where it was coming from. We then moved to the jakuzzi where Zach was splashing away.



It was a great first Fathers Day.
It then took us 5 hours to get home. Not fun.