I used up most of the news around here in my last post. Today was my last physical therapy appointment, and they gave me a certificate too. No cake or ice cream, though.
But Joan and I did go out to Fire On The Mountain. It's another brew pub, known for it's Buffalo wings. And that's what I had: wings, a beer and Jameson over the rocks. They're three things I almost never consume anymore, but it was a special occasion.
Otherwise, that was it for today.
The picture on top was a bath by the Johnson girls from a little while back, and the bottom one is more recent, of K's posse. Ready to rumble.
