This picture needs no explanation, but if you know me, there's always an explanation...
I would say Nick is the cat's meow, but I think cats belong in Hades, so let's settle for the bee's knees maybe? Big Cheese? Real McCoy?
He's something spesh* anyway.
We're back in Eugene, back to the grind. Nick thrives in "the grind." Day to day living is his specialty. He accomplishes what most do weekly in a days time.
And he STILL has spare time to fish.
Speaking of fish, the ocean was so good to me when I threw my pole in.
(You can go barf in your garbage can now. Is being annoyingly cheesy hereditary?)
Spesh = Special
**addendum: The following conversation is real. It took place on our couch tonight.
Me (to Nick): You're wearing the heart monitor I gave you. Is it because Chris on Parks and Rec said his resting heart rate is 28 beats per minute?
Me: What's your resting heart rate?
More silence while we watch Parks and Rec.
Nick: Hey will you set your alarm for 3AM so you can get up and check my resting heart rate?
Five minutes later...
Nick: I was serious.