My Weekend with My Man

So, yes, in retrospect, it was probably not wise to start freaking out about possible killer hobos three days before the Professor comes over to dog sit while I'm out having an exciting weekend of eating and dancing and sleeping in the same room as my favorite man on the planet. Don't worry, Professor, I'm positive it was just a raccoon. So, no, I'm still not thrilled about leaving the dog at home while we're at this wedding, but the Redheaded Kid is going to come over during the day and check in on her and the Professor is going to spend the night with her. She will not have to go anywhere strange or be locked in cars for long periods of time, and, though I wish she could come with us, this is the better way. Anyway, I found these photos of my favorite man on the planet and thought I'd share. We may be one fucked-up family, but damn we have some good looking kids. Here's my nephew playing guitar and piano. I think, judging from the look on his face, that he must be singing as well. Those are my dad's hands on the piano with him. As JR can attest, my dad's piano playing is best summed up by those immortal words "three chords and the truth." Or maybe just two chords... But definitely the truth.