Jamie Wakefield

Since some of you only come here for pictures of The Beautiful Wendy (and who can blame you?) let's start off with that. Just ignore that guy next to her. Having just finished “Heckuva Job Bushie!” by G.B. Trudeau I finally hauled my ass out of bed this morning. “That was great” I told The Beautiful Wendy who was still reading next to me. “The parts about B.D. coming back from Iraq and dealing with PTSD were so touching I actually teared up a couple times. I’m going downstairs to read the interwebs, you want anything?” “It’s just a big series of tubes” she tells me. We’re very clever. It’s been very busy here. We extended our stay for a variety of very important reasons, one of them being a wedding this August. In the three additional weeks we have been home we have put a new bed together, had dinner and a movie with my folks, Dinner with Wendy’s dad and girlfriend, met with our contractor about replacing part of our floor, had the entire downstairs painted, found a DJ we like for

Wendy and I have had to revise our plans to return to Madrid and will be in Vermont until the 28th. More updates coming soon!

At lunch with Ben and Strother – Waitress – Hi I’m Tasha, would you like something to drink first? Ben: What do you have on tap? Tasha: Ridgeback, Bud light, Razorback, Heineken, Winter Pale Ale and Blue Moon. We make our orders and Ben and I start to chuckle. Ben: Ridgeback? Razorback? How about Brokeback? Me: Bareback. Ben: Bareback Brokeback. Me: I’d like a big head on that. Ben: The beer you just can’t quit! Wendy and Strother roll their eyes as Ben and I erupt in a fit of giggles at our own imagined cleverness.