Last week, Bigger, Better, Best was beach-bound with 15 of our nearest and dearest. I'll regale you with group photos and stories about how we spent 12 hours a day on the sandy shores of Grayton Beach, Florida later. As an amateur journalist, though, I feel the bigger story here is the ridiculous nature of last Saturday.
8:00 ish a.m., 88 degrees: We rise and shine. We peek out the back window and see the following:
8:30 is a.m., 94 degrees: Post-donuts, I don my work jorts and $2 flippies.
Honest opinion, you guys - digging our stripes? What's the kookiest paint job you've done lately?