Finally got around to posting some more pics: Bronwen's trip to DC with Silas for Beret's Graduation, and My first Father's Day and our 6th wedding anniversary (2006).
Highlights: Cool Bronny and Silas at Eastern Market, Chubby Silas, Sunday morning, Cousins
Super Silas , front row seats for Kenny Loggins , Poverty Sucks , Swimming Silas .
It finally feels like summer. The middle of the day is hot. June Gloom is gone so it's sunny by 7:30 am. The ocean water is 70, so when it's sunny, I only need trunks. The sun doesn't set until 8:15 pm.
For the past two weeks, Kyle, Oozy's brother-in-law, has been crashing at our place. He's been looking for a job and an apartment to rent. We're doing what we can to help him out. Hope he gets settled soon. Kaia Joye, Bronwen's sister, arrived on Saturday. So between Bronwen, me, Silas, Kyle, and Kaia Joye, we've got a full house. Nice thing is, Kyle sleeps in his van in the garage. You read correctly. In his van.
This weekend Bronwen and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary. I can't believe we've been married that long. Seems like months, not years. It's been a perfect amount of time without children — any less would seem rushed. We celebrated in style for a night at the St. Regis in Dana Point. We had a beautiful room with a balcony overlooking the ocean. We checked in and retreated to the room — perfect decore. Definitely my style. We tucked Silas into a closet and ordered up room service. At the same time there was a concert benefit on the grounds beneath us, so we enjoyed a live concert featuring Kenny Loggins. He played all his hits including Footloose and I'm All Right (Caddyshack Theme). Hilarious. Best part about it is I had just been reading on Thursday about Yacht Rock. If you were born in the 70's, you NEED to know about Yacht Rock. Next morning, it was more room service and a walk along the beach in Laguna. A perfect anniversary. Just the three of us.
We're sorry to inform you that you can not leave next week and go to Disney World with your family. When you signed on with us last year we paid you a large sum of money. We pay you a generous salary. We have also promised you, at the end of this year, another large sum of money. An ass-face-load of money. In return for that money, your soul belongs to us and you must sit in your cube and work 24/7. Like my own personal slave. If you chose to disregard this email and go anyway, I will cut you open and squeeze out your raw, slimy insides
while you watch in pain. Then I'll staple you back together so you can work some more. I love those Swingline staplers — make me feel young again.
Thanks for understanding and for letting us ruin your life and destroy your family unit. You will be allowed to have sex with your wife in 2007… maybe.
Love,
Your boss
JPMorgan
