I was feeling like a Uni myself yesterday so I made the unusual offer of taking the boys up to the pool. Mostly because I wanted to get drunk but didn't want to hear Mrs. SLB crabbing at me about drinking again after getting loaded Saturday. Turns out the swingers were up there but only one hot broad. :( I did hug her though which seems really awkward right now.

Very friendly people.
When we got home I went out on the deck to have a smoke and Dylan came out to sit with me. I gave him the normal lecture about he should never even try cigarettes and he nodded his head in agreement. Then he spies a couple of empty plastic bottles and starts using them like drumsticks. Then he gets a rock and puts it on the deck to use in addition to the deck and the flower pot and he is just jamming. He was really particular about the sounds he was getting too. It was quite unbelievable and awesome. Next thing I know he darts off into the woods and comes back with four sticks, two for each of us. We sat there playing the drums for a good twenty minutes. This ####### kid.