These are a little out of order-- because I remembered that I had some shots on my phone that I wanted to include-- here are the four of us at sushi with Jen and Howard.
This is the boat of sushi. We ate it all. Oh my god, it was so good!
Jen and Tom.
Morrell and Pickle right before Pickle tries to get us all drunk with pint-glass sized shots.
Ok, so we lured Morrell and Pickle down to visit us with promises of spring break like weather and adventures. After a few unfortunate visits to "The Wing House" which, Tom describes as the poor-man's Hooters, we finally came through with some boatin'. Howard was kind enough to take us Yankees out on the gulf, even though it was still winter temperatures down here. (65! Freezing!!)
We checked out a sailing race, and Howard broke down the strategies of the racers, as he has been all around the world racing sailboats, and even training the Olympic team in sailing.
Pickle wanted to check out the tower, which of course meant that Howard gunned it and Pickle froze his...um, ears off.
This is evidence of the night before. Somehow in the night of drinking, and drunkin pizza eating, I bit my so hard that I bruised it. Has anyone ever seen anything like that? I bruised my tongue. Not pictured from the same night is Pickle's forehead print on the sliding glass door from getting up in the night to pee and forgetting that there is a glass door between the Florida room and living room. Best part of the morning was Pickle trying to prove it was his by lining up his head with the forehead print. Um, Pickle, you're about a foot taller than any of us. That is certainly not my head print.
Regardless of my bizarre tongue injury, my man still loves me. I am a very lucky girl.
Pickle de-thawing from the ride in the tower. Life is not so bad out here.
I was able to get some tickets to the Yankee spring training from a parent in my first grade class. I am not exactly sure what he does for the Yankees, but he's got a huge World Series ring that says he does not just clean bathrooms. It was a beautiful day for baseball and the seats were amazing! I learned (and lost) the cup game and we all managed to get a little sun and enjoy some baseball. Outside. In March.
These were the only pictures that we took of the weekend, but it also included a BBQ, a bonfire, Morrell's magic pizza rolls grilled over an open fire, Pickle picking up a bartender from the beach bar, a very rough breakfast, and laughing. So much laughing. Thanks for coming down, you guys! It was such great weekend!
We checked out a sailing race, and Howard broke down the strategies of the racers, as he has been all around the world racing sailboats, and even training the Olympic team in sailing.
Pickle wanted to check out the tower, which of course meant that Howard gunned it and Pickle froze his...um, ears off.
This is evidence of the night before. Somehow in the night of drinking, and drunkin pizza eating, I bit my so hard that I bruised it. Has anyone ever seen anything like that? I bruised my tongue. Not pictured from the same night is Pickle's forehead print on the sliding glass door from getting up in the night to pee and forgetting that there is a glass door between the Florida room and living room. Best part of the morning was Pickle trying to prove it was his by lining up his head with the forehead print. Um, Pickle, you're about a foot taller than any of us. That is certainly not my head print.
Regardless of my bizarre tongue injury, my man still loves me. I am a very lucky girl.
Pickle de-thawing from the ride in the tower. Life is not so bad out here.
I was able to get some tickets to the Yankee spring training from a parent in my first grade class. I am not exactly sure what he does for the Yankees, but he's got a huge World Series ring that says he does not just clean bathrooms. It was a beautiful day for baseball and the seats were amazing! I learned (and lost) the cup game and we all managed to get a little sun and enjoy some baseball. Outside. In March.
These were the only pictures that we took of the weekend, but it also included a BBQ, a bonfire, Morrell's magic pizza rolls grilled over an open fire, Pickle picking up a bartender from the beach bar, a very rough breakfast, and laughing. So much laughing. Thanks for coming down, you guys! It was such great weekend!
