the little things

  Byron and I one of those days yesterday.  We were supposed to have his brothers come over, but that kinda panned out.  So it was just me and him for the rest of the day.  I thought that he would be really bummed out about it, but to my surprise he wasn't.  We cooked hamburgers on our George Foreman grill, baked some garlic fries, rode around the neighborhood on our newly purchased bikes (before my inner tube popped) and ended the evening sitting on our porch eating ice-cream sandwiches.  I've never felt so content being at home, just us.

  And it's just those little things that get ya...but damn do I love 'em.