I went fishing with Mr. and Mrs. Slate last evening on an unnamed lake. Dan caught the biggest fish of the night.

I have NO comment for this pic. Well, I do, but only a comment that would get me in trouble.

I had to mow again today until the mower/stump grinder blew up and spit out some shrapnel. No Grandpas were hurt during this incident.

No problem-mo though, a little gun tape, a little parachute cord and some artful (if I must say so myself) Frankensteining, and we were good to go.