The other day Mike very romantically mentioned that he liked looking at my face.
“I can see all your freckles. And all your pores.”
Er, thanks babe. Maybe just pretend like you can’t see the pores.
My father the great
For today’s substitute teaching gig my dad taught middle schoolers how to perfect their triple-axels out on the rollerskating rink.
I managed to get some live coverage of Dad to post on my blog. Apparently he got dressed up in one of his fancy outfits to wow the kiddos!
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Backfiring
The problem with “healthy” cookies is that it’s really easy to justify eating a lot of them …
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Pride and joy
So Mike and I planted these adorable baby trees the other day. And I, of course, have fallen in love with mine.
However, I now live in constant fear that I’m going to kill it accidentally.
Which makes me wonder … how the heck are people brave enough to have kids?
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Proper attire
OK, so I’m certainly not complaining about the 70+ degree days we’ve been having (and, according to the weatherman/woman, will continue to have) here in Boulder.
It’s just that my coworker and I picked a lousy time to have our “Fuzzy Outfit Contest,” wherein we see for how many consecutive days we can wear a different fuzzy, fleecy, cozy piece of clothing.
Alas, the bike ride to work is getting toasty!
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Mike and fire (again)
Mike was just sitting behind me with one of those quick lighter things.
“Whoa!” he says.
Worried that he’d just attempted to light me on fire, I whip around. Turns out I was safe.
But about 47 of his arm hairs didn’t survive the torch.
