Yesterday the girls and I went with Jeff to "work". We went to Glen Helen Raceway east of Los Angeles to watch the Trophy Trucks in the short course off-road races. His (King Shocks) shocks were on about half of the trucks participating and were on most of the winning trucks. Apart from getting vodka spilled on me by the girl behind, we had an awesome time. At least Vodka doesn't smell, right?
We made our way through the packed stands to some seats that were right in the middle of a racing company, Hart and Huntington. They were all really nice people and their trucks were doing pretty well, naturally meaning everyone involved in the company was drinking/drunk(luckily they're nice drunks). One of the dads was saying how cute our girls were and a few of the other people around him chimed in to agree. I was feeling quite proud (they are pretty dang cute after all) when the guys says "...looks like they get it from their dad." I wasn't sure whether they were just talking about the girls' hair or whether he was trying to say their cuteness did not in any way come from me.
Luckily, a wonderful lady in our ward (with great taste, might I add) told me Jaki is the spitting image of me.
