Day 1: Whatever, it’s Texas.
Day 2: Whatever, it’s Texas.
Day 3: Whatever, it’s Texas.
Day 4: Whatever, it’s Texas.
Day 5: Whatever, it’s Texas.
Day 6: Ah, jeez. But whatever, it’s Texas.
Day 7: Will you just — I mean, can I have a second here? F—!
Day 8: What’s the record?
Day 9: (neck deep in a pool) Whatever, it’s Texas.
Day 10: (CRAZY sunburned)Â Ah, ah, ow. Dude!
Day 11: Whatever, it’s … whatever.
Day 12: Seriously? (sends twitpic of car’s digital thermometer)
Day 13: (day-long nap)
Day 14: What did you say the record was?
Day 15: I wonder how tight Pete Delkus’ weather pants are?
Day 16: Why did I buy a dog?
Day 17: Why did I have kids?
Day 18: Why didn’t I take that job in Minnesota?
Day 19: Yes, jerk, I know the winters are worse there than the summers are here. JESUS. I’m just saying.
Day 20: Just — will you freaking drop it? It was just an idea.
Day 21: Oh, halfway there? Well, then, LET’S DO THIS.
Day 22: Record, mother truckers.
Day 23: Yeah, I don’t know why we’re excited about this either.
Day 24: Tropical Storm Don, WHAT. WHAT.
Day 25: That was, huh, what just happened there?
Day 26: We’re probably going to come up one day short. That’s just perfect.
Day 27: (drunk)
Day 28: (hungover) (then drunk)
Day 29: I wonder how many years off my life I’ve lost living in Texas. It’s got to be … a lot.
Day 30: HOW HOT?
Day 31: Man, that Mavs championship run was pretty, pretty great, no? (sinks underwater for an uncomfortably long time)
Day 32: What was rain like?
