Wizard of the Vibes

Jane loves the Clash. Dad didn't appreciate the Clash til he was 34, with the exception of the Casbah number, which everybody was Jack and Dianing to back in my day. Here she is banging out White Riot / Remote Control. Ignore the background music, that was for form and tempo.




Met up with family Wood for pizza and whiplash on Saturday afternoon. They have three ladies, wow. Made us look like amateurs. These girls have unimaginable powers.

Jane two fisted her risotto. Kept her occupied for 45 minutes. Most of it found its way into her pants and shoes turns out.


Prognosticating. When she taps those gold shoes together, the weather develops.

Swapping dog tales.


We have cabinet gnome problems.

Jolly good job with the peas dear.


We're off to Austin this weekend, sans JB. Grandfolks have trucked in reinforcements. Taco times to follow.