Various weekend happenings.

Baby brother Nick and his band Pretty Girls Make Graves were here all weekend. Their show was packed with emotional and sullen teens , as usual. I have been on three tours with them in as many years and their fans never change , it just seems like there are more of them.
Up with grouchy teenagers!
This morning Betsy and I went on an epic walk. Check out our shoes!

Mine were a gift from Nick. This was my first time wearing them and sometime during the walk I stepped in the worlds biggest pile of DOGSHIT. I didn't notice until I walked into my house. That is the second time this has happened this week. It's not funny God. Betsy thinks I am an unlucky shit-stepper.

There is nothing I can say about this beautifully carved pumpkin that the explanatory note doesn't say already.
So then seemingly out of the sky NINE friends and family members dropped in and requested to be fed. We decided that Gus had already had enough.

It brought out my social anxiety trying to feed and entertain , but the group photo was worth it.

Nick practiced his kick flips on the lawn. Like an old man or a frightened child would.

In the end it seems he did the right thing by staying off the pavement.
