My mom has decided to meet her neighbours as her "lentil" deed. On so many layers, this is awesome.
I have a case of the George Castanza elbow-itis. Mine doesn't randomly nudge people but does hurt. I guess it's not like George at all.
LZ keeps yelling in her sleep. I imagine she dreams about over sized squeaky toys, wide eyed cartoons and perhaps an existential cheerio that is always out of reach. She is 9 months old.
Kiddo got his hair cut today. I need to stop going to melonheads. It's too pricy and we didn't get a helicopter ride.
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