blue heaven in a parking lot

Today the sun was out in a force that almost rivaled Texas.

Almost.

So we lined up, like so many ducks in a row, and Drew took an artiste's picture of us.
There is some sad news that Crocs might be going under. Though I did see a high heel, in Crocs-form, which I am sure is their attempt to appeal to the greater masses. And yes, they are as hideous as they sound. Those heeled crocs might just be the last nail in the coffin. But luckily, my youngest nephew Judah is keeping them in business, two feet at a time.

But not the high heels, thank God.
I love when Drew wears the Blue Heaven shirt. It reminds me of our not even 24 delightful hours we spent in Key West this past winter and the restaurant we ate at for breakfast. Outdoors, a guy with a guitar and a mic, a few roosters roaming around, a ping-pong table which always serves as a reminder to us of my superior skills at the game, and that t-shirt. Blue Heaven. It's come a long way from the place where Hemingway used to referee boxing matches.

Don't worry, the kids finally started behaving once Drew laid the smack down.
And pretended to be a little bit happy.
So we followed suit.