Fun Times in Kellyville.

I can't figure out how to de-underline my text on this stupid blog, so this will have to do. I don't know if I have told you all this, but Zack decided to grow a mustache because his life goal is to be a dirty Mexican. (Sorry if my implicit stereotype offends anyone.) Tyler has officially nicknamed him "Dirty Sanchez" or just "chez" for short. But I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you that because the whole point of the nickname was for people to ask about it so that Z would have to explain his, uh, let's just say, multicultural desire. Plus, you can't call him it because he will start to question why people know that and...then my evil plan of never telling him about my blog would fail miserably! So you can't let on that you know anything. Anyhow, I have attached a few pictures of the aforementioned mustache for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!

And this is after 5 days of letting it grow! Doesn't this look so wt? (White trash for the those of you who don't know my slang.) A sleazy mustache, hair combed forward, a gold necklace, and shirtless? Are you kidding me?

A close up - isn't it purdy?

I put this picture in because he looks so damn hot here. Look at those muscles? I told you he was buff.

Last night, Z and I went to an open gym at a nearby community center and we shot baskets for a few hours. It was super fun. He is trying out for a semi-pro basketball team (the Seattle Mountaineers) in January, so he's trying to get back into "basketball" shape. Z told me I have a good shot - thanks Dad, for all those games of 21 and Around the World in the driveway.

K, I'm gonna go. I got work to do. See ya lata.