No cable, no satellite, no interest. We're not football people, alright? And I can watch the cool  commercials online anyway. I already have. I'm that up on the current technologikagoogles.

But we do like to do special stuff as a family on the weekends. Trauma-making Memory-making type stuff, like this:



Pure hotness, y'all. Pure, sexy hotness.

(Edited to add that Spawnling insisted I post this. Like, won't-go-to-bed-until-you-blog-this type insistence. The kid is weird. No clue where it comes from.)