chucks and Young Hawk

Sneakers make me happy.
Especially high tops.

Especially when they involve yellow.

Especially when they are $15.

And here is Lake Delton, where we spent some time singing and swimming the other night.
At the time of this photo, I had recently had my ribcage crunched, so was playing Mom On The Beach and hanging out on the shore.

Oh, you don't know about the Mom On The Beach phenomena?

Something seems to happen to women when they have children. Okay, so a lot seems to happen to women when they have children (though I haven't experienced it quite yet), but this is one thing that my brothers like to talk about. While dating, and even into marriage, their respective women swam in great bodies of water fearlessly. It was fun and tiring and wet. But then when a child came into the picture, the girl became Mom On The Beach and stopped actually going into the water.

And not just because the child needed to be watched on the beach, either, though that could be part of it for sure.

So when we all go to the beach, my brothers like to encourage us to not be Mom On The Beach. But still, that's what I was at Lake Delton.

Until, that is, I realized that my ribs were going to hurt no matter what I did, so I might as well try to have some fun and ventured in.

And you may remember how last week I cut my own hair at 2am with a rusty pair of finger nail scissors.

Today I went to a salon and a man named Young Hawk fixed the damage I had incurred.
He also disposed of the mullet that I was working on in the back.

Thank God for Young Hawk.

And young hawks.

They are the hawks of tomorrow, after all.