Blushing teenagers

 Oh hi bakey,

How the crap are you? I just got home from young men with Joey. It was a combined activity that we were in charge of. It was a get to know you activity, the kind that makes me so uncomfortable. It went amazingly well though. Kids like to socialize, I never would have thought that. It was fun to watch when Joey was one on one with some of the girls. They seemed to blush a little more when they were talking to him. If you tell him any of this, I will drive to Mexico and I’ll just have to kill you. 

Right now your brothers are downstairs, mom is doing her work, Argeorqui is awkwardly snuggling with her, and I’m writing this boring letter.

This week has been pretty quiet. It’s welcomed after the super bowl insanity. I’ve been working on getting my garage wired. Every step kicks my butt. Even though I’ve spent a bunch of money on supplies, I’m not all that much closer. My main goal is to do it all as professionally as possible and not burn down the house. But I guess my real main goal is to be able to use my power tools again.

It snowed I we bit today, so there’s that. Joey was him so we went to lunch at Charlie’s chicken. That place is pretty freaking good. Poor Joey though, there’s not a bunch to do around here when we’re all working. 

Dang Jacob, no sports, no Boba Fett, there just not a whole lot to say. I may cut back to once a week letters of the next Wednesday letter is this boring. I guess the main reason it’s important for me to write these to you is that I always want you to know that I’m thinking of you and that you are so important to me. 

Love-YA-I-tell-YA,

Pops