traces of George Mallory and Andrew Irvine who were last seen nearing the summit in 1924, and may have beaten Hillary to the top by 29 years
That's who Mallory is named for. Although, if I recall from that expedition to find them, it seems they took a more difficult route and probably didn't make it.
Thanks for the hiveminding. I don't know what she's passionate about - she used to be into tennis, but I don't think she's played in years. She does wear jewelry, and her husband is really rather smart about jewelry, but it's a usual gift between them.
I think I'll suggest the reunion thingy also, and pimp the spa time again.
And then she cried.
I probably shouldn't be laughing.
Oh, SA. That's just a little cruel. But funny. Man, I still miss Kitchen Confidential. I should see if I can hunt down the eps I haven't seen.
Adorable picture of y'all, too.
Umm... hi everyone! Shhh, I'm not really here. But I've been lurky lurky and it makes me realize how much I miss everyone.
Excitement this morning: While I was changing Olivia's diaper, Owen scaled the kitchen counter and tried to stick one of my metal shish kabob skewers (which had, up until now, been well hidden) into the plugged in toaster.
How do toddlers survive to adulthood????
Now all my counter top appliances have to stay unplugged (besides this there was the great Stitch in the Microwave Incident of Aught Six). Knives/scissors/skewers are on the top shelf of a cabinet (where I have trouble reaching).
I wish I could ditch my airy, open plan house for one with a dutch door leading to the kitchen.
Go spa time, choose spa time.
SMONSTER!!! rugby tacklehug
Ahem.
Gee, you'd think that juliana and smonster were sisters or something.
How do toddlers survive to adulthood????
I've watched both Emeline and my beautiful little nephew go running by/near things (or stand on top of things/do things) that have made me wonder the same, AND wonder how their parents don't die of a heart attack every five minutes.
Oh, Cashmere..
OWEN CUT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW. SANTA CAN SLIP DOWN THE CHIMNEY AND TAKE STUFF BACK.
AND wonder how their parents don't die of a heart attack every five minutes.
You should have heard me yell when I rounded the corner to throw the diaper away. I may have shattered some windows next door.
AND wonder how their parents don't die of a heart attack every five minutes.
It's a medical mystery, I tell ya.
I am looking forward to hearing how Joe handles Emeline at his mom's house Monday after next. It will just be him - I'll be elsewhere for the day. We jokingly call her house "Toddler Death Trap". She has a lot of slate in the house and some with exposed edges. And she lives in a split level, so stairs freaking everywhere that ALL end on the slate. And no toddlerproofing, so she gets into EVERYTHING.
Muahahaha.
