Apparently the Broncos are "actively" seeking to trade Jay Cutler. Did Bowlen or McDaniels watch the Broncos last season? Cutler was the only bright spot on that team. Bowlen should have just fired McDaniels the instant he saw his coach and his quarterback hated each other. Why did Bowlen hire an offensive guy anyway? I repeat, did Bowlen not watch his own team last season? Now, I'm not saying Cutler handled this well, and it depresses me that he would demand a trade because I liked the guy. But the only way this could turn out well for the Broncos would be to gain Peyton Manning instead. They better at least find a way to trade with Detroit for the number one draft pick.
In less significant news, there might be a job opening for Anna in Versailles. No, that is not Versailles, France. Yes, that is Verrrrr-sales, Indiana (don't ask, trust me it hurts me just as much as it hurts you). It would at least be high school which I think would be perfect for her, though she expresses her doubts. I hear there are big deer down in that part of the world. I'm not going to lie though, I don't particularly desire to ever be referred to as a Hoosier.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Music related news
In music related news, Zao has debuted the first song off their new album on myspace. I might just wet myself with excitement. New Zao, The Chariot, and mewithoutYou all in May with a Project 86 album in that same general time frame, does life get any sweeter?
Monday, March 30, 2009
Puppets, Cats, Communism, Air Filters, and B.O.
So Anna came up with this idea for her elementary schoolers that involves puppets. It really does sound like a good idea too. Unfortunately it requires the manufacturing of paper bag puppets. I think my hand is going to fall off from cutting out animal shapes. I've discovered that I can manufacture these at a rate of eight per hour. She needs over a hundred. I might die.
Howie is currently walking all over Anna's piano, whining like crazy. I have no idea what he wants.
In other Howie related news, he has taken to eating Chief's kitten food. Hopefully, it's not a big deal, but we had been feeding him some special formula food to treat an apparent food allergy. Maybe this kitten food will cause him to burst into flames.
In news related news, "hope" and "change" continue to mean the raping and pillaging of the American people.
In annoying news, our air filter has developed a rather irritating noise. Imagine a cricket humping a fire alarm.
Howie still won't shut up.
Neither will the air filter.
I'd update you on sports news, but the Broncos and Rockies are just too depressing right now.
I'm oddly stinky at the moment. Seriously, I'm not sure why I smell so bad.
Howie is currently walking all over Anna's piano, whining like crazy. I have no idea what he wants.
In other Howie related news, he has taken to eating Chief's kitten food. Hopefully, it's not a big deal, but we had been feeding him some special formula food to treat an apparent food allergy. Maybe this kitten food will cause him to burst into flames.
In news related news, "hope" and "change" continue to mean the raping and pillaging of the American people.
In annoying news, our air filter has developed a rather irritating noise. Imagine a cricket humping a fire alarm.
Howie still won't shut up.
Neither will the air filter.
I'd update you on sports news, but the Broncos and Rockies are just too depressing right now.
I'm oddly stinky at the moment. Seriously, I'm not sure why I smell so bad.
The Death of the Pea Fairy
Once upon a time there was a kitten. This kitten was a remarkably adorable little kitten. She was a female kitten. This female kitten grew terribly vain as a result of her great physical beauty. People would come from miles around just to fawn over her cuteness.
One day the evil communists, who ran on a platform of "hope" and "change," decided it was time to bring some of that change and dropped a nuclear bomb right on the kitten's home. Naturally the kitten survived due to her nine lives, though the bomb did manage to take eight of them along with her great beauty. The force of the explosion combined with the shrapnel and radiation from the bomb turned the kitten into an hideous monstrosity of nature. Everywhere she roamed people ran from her in fright. Children cried in her presence, and even crazy cat ladies quivered in fear. She grew despondent.
The kitten roamed the streets seeking someone to love her, but no one could abide her company. The kitten became bitter. Her little heart filled with hate at the thought of all those people who came to look upon her only for her beauty and now ran in fright at the sight of her disfigured form.
On one particularly awful day, the kitten was digging through a pile of trash, hoping for a meal, when she discovered a photograph of her before the bomb. Someone had taken the photograph as a memento of a visit to the famously cute kitten. The kitten looked at this photograph and saw how beautiful she really had been. Sorrow sprang up in her anew and she cried a great kitten-sized tear.
As everyone knows, the kitten crying a kitten-sized tear was the key to communicating with the fairy appointers. An emergency meeting of the Board of Important Fairies was held to consider the kittens case. They decided that since what she missed was beauty, beauty was what she should give to the world. So they made the kitten the Beauty Fairy.
Then kitten awoke, in shock, to find herself transformed into the Beauty Fairy. Unfortunately it didn't take long for the Important Fairies to realize they had made a grave mistake. The kitten was so bitter from the loss of her beauty that she refused to bestow beauty on anyone else.
The Board of Important Fairies called the kitten before them to discuss what to do. They told her that as the Beauty Fairy it was her obligation to bestow beauty. She argued that the world didn't need beauty, but the Board countered, explaining to the kitten how fear of the cold caused the last Beauty Fairy to complete avoid certain parts of the Earth (most notably, Russia). Crushed, the kitten pleaded to be given a different fairyship. She knew the world needed beauty, or else the result would be communism. The problem was, she still couldn't bear to be the one to provide that beauty. She begged for a new position. The Board explained to her that unfortunately the only open position was that of Pea Fairy. They told her that the last Pea Fairy had offed herself when she realized everyone hated peas. The kitten was delighted. She hated the world so much, she wanted to spread her hate in some meaningful way.
The kitten spent many years as the Pea Fairy. She found deep delight in bringing so much unpleasantness to a world that had turned its back on her. Until one day, a duckling came along who liked peas. The kitten couldn't believe her eyes. The duckling liked her peas and was grateful for them. She couldn't stand it, and once she was convinced the duckling would never cease to like peas, she new she had to kill herself.
It took her several tries. At first she tried to jump off tall buildings, but she was never able to overcome her cat reflexes and always landed on her feet. Finally she did make an end of it, running across the interstate during rush hour.
The kitten was gone, and no one mourned her loss except for one little duckling.
One day the evil communists, who ran on a platform of "hope" and "change," decided it was time to bring some of that change and dropped a nuclear bomb right on the kitten's home. Naturally the kitten survived due to her nine lives, though the bomb did manage to take eight of them along with her great beauty. The force of the explosion combined with the shrapnel and radiation from the bomb turned the kitten into an hideous monstrosity of nature. Everywhere she roamed people ran from her in fright. Children cried in her presence, and even crazy cat ladies quivered in fear. She grew despondent.
The kitten roamed the streets seeking someone to love her, but no one could abide her company. The kitten became bitter. Her little heart filled with hate at the thought of all those people who came to look upon her only for her beauty and now ran in fright at the sight of her disfigured form.
On one particularly awful day, the kitten was digging through a pile of trash, hoping for a meal, when she discovered a photograph of her before the bomb. Someone had taken the photograph as a memento of a visit to the famously cute kitten. The kitten looked at this photograph and saw how beautiful she really had been. Sorrow sprang up in her anew and she cried a great kitten-sized tear.
As everyone knows, the kitten crying a kitten-sized tear was the key to communicating with the fairy appointers. An emergency meeting of the Board of Important Fairies was held to consider the kittens case. They decided that since what she missed was beauty, beauty was what she should give to the world. So they made the kitten the Beauty Fairy.
Then kitten awoke, in shock, to find herself transformed into the Beauty Fairy. Unfortunately it didn't take long for the Important Fairies to realize they had made a grave mistake. The kitten was so bitter from the loss of her beauty that she refused to bestow beauty on anyone else.
The Board of Important Fairies called the kitten before them to discuss what to do. They told her that as the Beauty Fairy it was her obligation to bestow beauty. She argued that the world didn't need beauty, but the Board countered, explaining to the kitten how fear of the cold caused the last Beauty Fairy to complete avoid certain parts of the Earth (most notably, Russia). Crushed, the kitten pleaded to be given a different fairyship. She knew the world needed beauty, or else the result would be communism. The problem was, she still couldn't bear to be the one to provide that beauty. She begged for a new position. The Board explained to her that unfortunately the only open position was that of Pea Fairy. They told her that the last Pea Fairy had offed herself when she realized everyone hated peas. The kitten was delighted. She hated the world so much, she wanted to spread her hate in some meaningful way.
The kitten spent many years as the Pea Fairy. She found deep delight in bringing so much unpleasantness to a world that had turned its back on her. Until one day, a duckling came along who liked peas. The kitten couldn't believe her eyes. The duckling liked her peas and was grateful for them. She couldn't stand it, and once she was convinced the duckling would never cease to like peas, she new she had to kill herself.
It took her several tries. At first she tried to jump off tall buildings, but she was never able to overcome her cat reflexes and always landed on her feet. Finally she did make an end of it, running across the interstate during rush hour.
The kitten was gone, and no one mourned her loss except for one little duckling.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
i just want to graduate!
Anna Here.
My stress level is now over 12 million things that measure stress levels. I don't like this. What am I going to do about it? Take a nap. Then I'll start working on the details. Haha.
Here's a countdown for you:
6 days until spring break
11 days at the elementary school
17 days at the high school
6 weeks of student teaching
8 weeks until graduation and panic sets in over finding a job. :)
I don't think we're really doing anything special for spring break. We might be dog sitting for our favorite English Setter. That would be fun. Mostly, I just need to get a lot of school stuff done. These last few weeks will be intense. I think we'll be going home for Easter weekend, but that's about it.
What else is exciting? Not a lot. Still just trying to find a job and a place to live that will let us have our kitties.
My stress level is now over 12 million things that measure stress levels. I don't like this. What am I going to do about it? Take a nap. Then I'll start working on the details. Haha.
Here's a countdown for you:
6 days until spring break
11 days at the elementary school
17 days at the high school
6 weeks of student teaching
8 weeks until graduation and panic sets in over finding a job. :)
I don't think we're really doing anything special for spring break. We might be dog sitting for our favorite English Setter. That would be fun. Mostly, I just need to get a lot of school stuff done. These last few weeks will be intense. I think we'll be going home for Easter weekend, but that's about it.
What else is exciting? Not a lot. Still just trying to find a job and a place to live that will let us have our kitties.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Whiney Butt
Chief is a whiney butt. Seriously. That cat whines all the time, especially when you wake him up. Don't ever wake that cat up unless you are prepared to be treated to the plaintive little cries of a grumpy kitten.
In other news, I think that should the world ever run out of chocolate milk and orange juice I would die of dehydration.
In other news, I think that should the world ever run out of chocolate milk and orange juice I would die of dehydration.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I'm just not cool enough
Seriously, I'm just not cool enough to keep up with Anna and her story telling. It makes me depressed.
the duckling post.
Anna again.
I'm not doing a fantastic job of keeping up with Hoffer, apparently. I've always secretly been slightly amazed at the random things he blogs about. Like cat pee clumps. Or flung poop. I think this means I need to think of something equally random to blog about. Nope, got nothing. I'll write you a story instead.
Once there was a duckling. Not an ugly duckling. This was a very average-looking duckling. He was a he. And this average-looking male duckling loved to eat peas. He didn't want any of the other suspicious looking duckling appetizers. Just peas.
One day, the pea fairy died and so the world ran out of peas. The duck was horrified. He couldn't eat anymore. He cried one duckling-sized tear that touched the heart of Chancy, the fairy appointer who lived in Fandy Town. Chancy called a meeting of all of the other members of the Fandy Town Board of Important Fairies. They agreed this duckling's true love of peas made him a suitable pea fairy replacement.
The duckling woke up the next day and realized he had become a fairy. This pleased him greatly. He discovered every time he thought about love, peas were born. Which made him even happier and full of love. Which made more peas. Which made him happier and more full of love. In seven short minutes, the earth was covered in peas. Enough peas for everyone forever! The duckling was happy, and no one starved.
The moral of the story is:
If you love something enough to cry a you-sized tear, you will become a fairy.
Thank you and goodnight.
I'm not doing a fantastic job of keeping up with Hoffer, apparently. I've always secretly been slightly amazed at the random things he blogs about. Like cat pee clumps. Or flung poop. I think this means I need to think of something equally random to blog about. Nope, got nothing. I'll write you a story instead.
Once there was a duckling. Not an ugly duckling. This was a very average-looking duckling. He was a he. And this average-looking male duckling loved to eat peas. He didn't want any of the other suspicious looking duckling appetizers. Just peas.
One day, the pea fairy died and so the world ran out of peas. The duck was horrified. He couldn't eat anymore. He cried one duckling-sized tear that touched the heart of Chancy, the fairy appointer who lived in Fandy Town. Chancy called a meeting of all of the other members of the Fandy Town Board of Important Fairies. They agreed this duckling's true love of peas made him a suitable pea fairy replacement.
The duckling woke up the next day and realized he had become a fairy. This pleased him greatly. He discovered every time he thought about love, peas were born. Which made him even happier and full of love. Which made more peas. Which made him happier and more full of love. In seven short minutes, the earth was covered in peas. Enough peas for everyone forever! The duckling was happy, and no one starved.
The moral of the story is:
If you love something enough to cry a you-sized tear, you will become a fairy.
Thank you and goodnight.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Smarty Cat
So several months ago, Anna convinced me to get an automatic litter box for Howie, and for a long time it worked great. Recently though, Howie seems to have outsmarted the thing. The basic idea of the design is that after the cat uses the litter box a rake travels from one end of the box to the other, scraping up all clumps, and when it reaches the far end it lifts up, dumping all the clumps into a waste receptacle. It seems like a good design. Occasionally we'd have problems with pee clumps being launched over the end of the box and onto the floor, but that was relatively rare and easy to handle. Lately though, Howie has confounded the thing, and considering how long it worked without any sort of problems, I cannot help but wonder if he does it on purpose. Howie in all his infinite genius seems to have figured out that if he pees at the very front of the litter box, the rake will make it all the way to the end only to find that it doesn't have the horsepower to force itself through the clumps that are against the front of the box. I think Howie secretly delights in watching the litter box futilely back up and retry until it is forced to throw in the towel and blink red in failure, and I know Howie laughs at me every time I have to bend over that box, scrape the clumps free from the edges and restart that confounded contraption. Howie hates me.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Burritos and Quesadillas
There's a food war going on in this marriage.
We just had Qdoba for dinner. I tried a chicken fajita ranchera burrito. Anna had her usual chicken quesadilla. Lately I've been getting the quesadilla as well. When I first started going to Qdoba I always got a steak burrito because that's what I always got at Chipotle, but I was always disappointed. "I remember Chipotle's being better," I would think to myself. For the longest time I thought I was going crazy. I mean it's essentially the same right? A burrito full of rice, beans, steak, salsa, cheese, and sour cream should taste the same regardless of the name on the restaurant. But I just never felt content with my Qdoba burritos. Then I went back home to Colorado and tried a Chipotle burrito again. I was convinced. Chipotle beats Qdoba like a rented redheaded mule's step-child. So then I came back to Grand Rapids and had to continue to eat Qdoba. I resolved the conflict by always ordering quesadillas, but it just wasn't exactly what I wanted. Then, thank everything that is good and holy, a Chipotle opened in Grand Rapids. I was saved. And then I found out Anna doesn't like Chipotle. It gives her heartburn. I was crushed. So I continue to order quesadillas and occasionally try something different (i.e. my fajita burrito from today) just to break the monotony.
In other news, Chief keeps getting bigger. He tried to eat my ear today. The other day he managed to fling some poop all the way from his litter box to Anna's piano bench.
I leaving the apartments the other night when I looked up into the living room window of another apartment and saw a Christmas tree still standing. And not only was it still standing, but it was lit! This is the middle of March. Who celebrates Lent with a Christmas tree? It occurred to me. Maybe the occupant/s died around Christmas with the tree lit, and nobody has discovered him/her/them. That would be disgusting.
We just had Qdoba for dinner. I tried a chicken fajita ranchera burrito. Anna had her usual chicken quesadilla. Lately I've been getting the quesadilla as well. When I first started going to Qdoba I always got a steak burrito because that's what I always got at Chipotle, but I was always disappointed. "I remember Chipotle's being better," I would think to myself. For the longest time I thought I was going crazy. I mean it's essentially the same right? A burrito full of rice, beans, steak, salsa, cheese, and sour cream should taste the same regardless of the name on the restaurant. But I just never felt content with my Qdoba burritos. Then I went back home to Colorado and tried a Chipotle burrito again. I was convinced. Chipotle beats Qdoba like a rented redheaded mule's step-child. So then I came back to Grand Rapids and had to continue to eat Qdoba. I resolved the conflict by always ordering quesadillas, but it just wasn't exactly what I wanted. Then, thank everything that is good and holy, a Chipotle opened in Grand Rapids. I was saved. And then I found out Anna doesn't like Chipotle. It gives her heartburn. I was crushed. So I continue to order quesadillas and occasionally try something different (i.e. my fajita burrito from today) just to break the monotony.
In other news, Chief keeps getting bigger. He tried to eat my ear today. The other day he managed to fling some poop all the way from his litter box to Anna's piano bench.
I leaving the apartments the other night when I looked up into the living room window of another apartment and saw a Christmas tree still standing. And not only was it still standing, but it was lit! This is the middle of March. Who celebrates Lent with a Christmas tree? It occurred to me. Maybe the occupant/s died around Christmas with the tree lit, and nobody has discovered him/her/them. That would be disgusting.
Kittens and Toilets and Haircuts
My leg hurts. Chief seems intent on systematically shredding it.
I did laundry today. I'm a pimp.
I live in constant fear of clogging the toilet. I'd say that on average I have to plunge the toilet once every other day.
I made the best chili ever the other night, but the chili dogs I've been constructing from the leftovers would seem to be causing a stinky situation.
Anna and I both got haircuts today. I had a male stylist, which I believe makes today the first time since my dad took me to an actual barber that I had a man cut my hair.
Do you feel updated yet?
I did laundry today. I'm a pimp.
I live in constant fear of clogging the toilet. I'd say that on average I have to plunge the toilet once every other day.
I made the best chili ever the other night, but the chili dogs I've been constructing from the leftovers would seem to be causing a stinky situation.
Anna and I both got haircuts today. I had a male stylist, which I believe makes today the first time since my dad took me to an actual barber that I had a man cut my hair.
Do you feel updated yet?
Sunday, March 22, 2009
News Related News
I guess I can't let Anna have all the fun, and I certainly can't let her control the entire flow of information that you read about us. So I suppose I should contribute a bit.
Anna's been busting her butt this semester working at both an elementary and high school.
Anna seems to love the elementary. Every Wednesday and Friday she comes home with new stories about boogers and whores and vaginae. I can tell she likes it all because she usually ends up having to stay at the elementary two hours longer than at the high school, and yet when she is done she always seems happier and more full of energy.
I'm sure you've all seen pictures of Chief on facebook. I guess he serves as a belated birthday present for Anna. Howie despised him for the first day and a half, but now they are often found curled up together, snoozing away.
In more interesting and completely relevant news, this weekend was awesome because it was the one time in the year ESPN covers college wrestling. Not only did I get to watch the finals last night, but I also go to see the semi-finals on Friday night. I ask you, is there anything better?
In other sporting related news, after the first round of March Madness, my bracket was 149th in all of Facebook. Sadly it has dropped quite a bit in the second round, but depending on how things play out, I think I can make up some ground.
In further sporting related news, it's nearly the start of baseball season. Unfortunately, I recognize that the Rockies will suck this year, and I am already thoroughly depressed.
In even further sporting related news, I have no idea what on earth the Broncos' are thinking about concerning Jay Cutler. Why in the world did Bowlen hire an offensive minded head coach? Seriously. Did he watch his own team last year?
I wish I could come up with more sporting news, but I hate the NBA, NHL, and MLS.
Honestly, I'm not even sure why I'm writing all this. Hopefully it's communicating my serious lack of any useful information to relay to you, my faithful readers.
Oh, in music related news, Zao and The Chariot are both releasing albums in early May, and Project 86 officially just finished recording a new one, so this late spring and early summer is going to rock hardcore.
As a final point, I would like to say that it is immensely boring still being in Grand Rapids without all our friends. Somebody better get married soon so we can hang out again before Obama destroys the world.
Anna's been busting her butt this semester working at both an elementary and high school.
Anna seems to love the elementary. Every Wednesday and Friday she comes home with new stories about boogers and whores and vaginae. I can tell she likes it all because she usually ends up having to stay at the elementary two hours longer than at the high school, and yet when she is done she always seems happier and more full of energy.
I'm sure you've all seen pictures of Chief on facebook. I guess he serves as a belated birthday present for Anna. Howie despised him for the first day and a half, but now they are often found curled up together, snoozing away.
In more interesting and completely relevant news, this weekend was awesome because it was the one time in the year ESPN covers college wrestling. Not only did I get to watch the finals last night, but I also go to see the semi-finals on Friday night. I ask you, is there anything better?
In other sporting related news, after the first round of March Madness, my bracket was 149th in all of Facebook. Sadly it has dropped quite a bit in the second round, but depending on how things play out, I think I can make up some ground.
In further sporting related news, it's nearly the start of baseball season. Unfortunately, I recognize that the Rockies will suck this year, and I am already thoroughly depressed.
In even further sporting related news, I have no idea what on earth the Broncos' are thinking about concerning Jay Cutler. Why in the world did Bowlen hire an offensive minded head coach? Seriously. Did he watch his own team last year?
I wish I could come up with more sporting news, but I hate the NBA, NHL, and MLS.
Honestly, I'm not even sure why I'm writing all this. Hopefully it's communicating my serious lack of any useful information to relay to you, my faithful readers.
Oh, in music related news, Zao and The Chariot are both releasing albums in early May, and Project 86 officially just finished recording a new one, so this late spring and early summer is going to rock hardcore.
As a final point, I would like to say that it is immensely boring still being in Grand Rapids without all our friends. Somebody better get married soon so we can hang out again before Obama destroys the world.
Howdy!
Anna speaking. :)
Since all the cool kids are doing it, we now have a blog too. Mostly, it's just because I'm so bad at actually letting you all know what's going on in our lives.
What's new with us? I have a countdown.
It's officially:
13 days until spring break
7 weeks until student teaching is over
9 weeks until I graduate and have to find a job!
Student teaching is quite an experience. It's challenging, beyond exhausting (I don't think I've ever been so busy in my life!), and a lot of fun. I'm excited to have my own classroom and my own students. It's a pretty good feeling to know that you're where you're supposed to be. Now to graduate find a job...
I guess I'm hoping to be able to live in southern Indiana somewhere (as I'm sure you all already know). Music teaching jobs aren't exactly in abundance down there, and there are quite a few people looking for education jobs right now. The story of the times, huh? I may end up just subbing the first year (yahoo!) or until I can get a real job.
In other news, Hehoff was sleeping and just kicked Howie really hard. When I asked him what he was doing, he said, "Trying to get away from a poisonous snake!" haha.
OK, back to more relevant stuff. We did hear about a Salvation Army apartment complex in Columbus, IN that is looking for an apartment manager. They don't pay a lot-only $100/month, but if we did that, we'd get free rent in a nice 2 bedroom apartment. Or so I hear. We'd have to collect rent from all of the tenants once a month and do basic maintenance. Only things like changing light bulbs and unclogging toilets. Excellent. But basically, I don't know much about this at all, even whether or not we'd be able to take the zoo with us. Just something we're thinking about.
This is the first weekend in a long time I've been able to relax, and it's been wonderful! I think I will do a bit more of that before I get back to homework. :)
Love you and miss you all!
Since all the cool kids are doing it, we now have a blog too. Mostly, it's just because I'm so bad at actually letting you all know what's going on in our lives.
What's new with us? I have a countdown.
It's officially:
13 days until spring break
7 weeks until student teaching is over
9 weeks until I graduate and have to find a job!
Student teaching is quite an experience. It's challenging, beyond exhausting (I don't think I've ever been so busy in my life!), and a lot of fun. I'm excited to have my own classroom and my own students. It's a pretty good feeling to know that you're where you're supposed to be. Now to graduate find a job...
I guess I'm hoping to be able to live in southern Indiana somewhere (as I'm sure you all already know). Music teaching jobs aren't exactly in abundance down there, and there are quite a few people looking for education jobs right now. The story of the times, huh? I may end up just subbing the first year (yahoo!) or until I can get a real job.
In other news, Hehoff was sleeping and just kicked Howie really hard. When I asked him what he was doing, he said, "Trying to get away from a poisonous snake!" haha.
OK, back to more relevant stuff. We did hear about a Salvation Army apartment complex in Columbus, IN that is looking for an apartment manager. They don't pay a lot-only $100/month, but if we did that, we'd get free rent in a nice 2 bedroom apartment. Or so I hear. We'd have to collect rent from all of the tenants once a month and do basic maintenance. Only things like changing light bulbs and unclogging toilets. Excellent. But basically, I don't know much about this at all, even whether or not we'd be able to take the zoo with us. Just something we're thinking about.
This is the first weekend in a long time I've been able to relax, and it's been wonderful! I think I will do a bit more of that before I get back to homework. :)
Love you and miss you all!
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