
Tatu, former Brazilian football player turned American soccer player and coach, owns this large home seemingly offered up by the leprechaun as the gold at the end of the rainbow. Our modest neighborhood is on the other side of the distant privacy fence; a close look reveals our roof two down on the right from the two-story job.
The weather didn’t start out quite that placid.
After Friday night (that post comes later), I was on a social high, and I looked forward to having new friends over after catching up with the old. Sir and Lady J were scheduled to escort O to our house for dinner Saturday evening.
Despite the day’s dizzying array of dazzling dinosaurs (one more pic and a video follow this narrative), Shannon said on the way home from the Heard’s Dinos Alive! that she might not feel up to having folks over for dinner. I told her I didn’t want her to push herself, and then applied what I felt was the perfect amount of peer pressure. “I was looking forward to it.”
Of course, I knew exactly why I was applying the full-court press. As we headed home, I executed my evil plan.








