Markus

One of my best friends visited us this weekend. It was great, even though it turned out he'd concealed some good news from us. But we'll forgive him.
We went out to a bar and watched the Mets suck. For those of you keeping track, I got to go out with adults other than Julie twice in one weekend. Therefore, to bring my averages back to their usual levels, it'll probably be another eight months before it happens again.
But it was fun.
The kids loved him, too, which was great.
This morning, Coco said, "Markus is a good guy."
I concur.