On Saturday Jared finished his finals. He wanted to celebrate by having lunch at Chick-fil-A and flying a kite. The weather seemed perfect for it-- 90 degrees with a good breeze. We stopped by Wal-mart and then headed to the park where we discovered that Wal-mart is not the place to get a good kite. That piece of junk nose dived every time. Jared persevered trying several tactics for about an hour before he threw it in the trash and called it quits. Well, Babe, at least finals went well.