It's his new car porn, although I suppose I should be happy it's not a '68 Dodge Dart with a slant six engine because we've already had one of those and they do not have the LATCH system, can you believe it? No, these days Bryan spends an inordinate amount of time on the computer researching alternatives to plastic and looking at spread-eagle pics of Plastic Island, a floating slick of garbage twice the size of Texas located somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. As a surfer and sailor, Bryan has suddenly become keenly aware of the problems of our world reliance on plastic.
Anyway, all this to say that today I dedicate the beach blog I write over at Uptake to my husband. Because I love him and want desperately for him to just sit down with me tonight to watch NYC Prep, an entirely different kind of plastic. Which he totally won't, but oh well. So head on over to Uptake if you want to hear me sound kinda' sorta' serious.
Back tomorrow with more snark. Or love. Depending on my mood.