Oh Cass, that's too much. I'm sorry.

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Good job, Jesse!

It comes as no surprise that Pumpkin has an unholy love for yogurt. However, I was not expecting to have to defend my peas from her. She really likes them!

It's kind of sad how stressed out I was for something that, in the end, was a really low-key event. God forbid I ever have a big dinner party! Or anything fancy.

Yay good party, Jesse!

I am stoked because I found the official results for the race I ran this morning: 39:53! I thought I was going slower than last time, that I was walking more, but no! Over three minutes faster than last time! Woot! It's almost a respectable pace!

And then I went to my first sewing class (of four) and made a decently nice and useful totebag! I'd have picked other colors, but it was easy enough that I think I can make another one.

Good on both counts, meara!

she just responded and is on the way. Jesusita.

ok. done.

dinner consumed and floors mopped.

I prefer swimming in the faster lane because I'm not a good passer. Or rather, it makes me mad (especially when the slower one doesn't let you go first when you hit a turn at the same time.) Getting passed makes me go faster and that makes me happier, not mad. And faster swimmers generally have been better passers. All told, I just try to split lanes.

I need my fast swim buddies to start coming at my usual times. I've gotten so slow since Madrid.

I am back from my weekend in the country. I had a great time, but left earlier than I planned to have brunch with other friends and their two kids. At one point my friend's son squirted his juice at me through his straw. His mom just looked at me and said, "Don't react, don't acknowledge it, don't even look at him. It will just encourage him to do it again." I said, "This is kind of like dealing with drunk people all weekend."

Killer fatigue has set in. There's terrible TV on and I am too tired to even turn it off.

In the meantime I missed one of my cousins who was in town this weekend. I think I've only met her twice, so I was amazed that she called...there are lots of other cousins in town. In the meantime, I can't quite figure out which cousin she is. I think it was the pool player with the daughter in art college, but I'm not 100%. I have too many cousins.

Had a funny conversation with Emmett. He was watching Baseball Tonight and a pitcher for the Tigers struck out 15 (which is a lot for you non-baseball fans).

So they showed a picture of Max Scherzer who has two different colored eyes.

Emmett: Dad! Dad! You have to come see this! That ain't right.
Me: Oh, yeah. I didn't realize he had two different colored eyes. That means he absorbed his twin in the womb.
Emmett: Ha! "Damn, that kid's always poking me with his elbows in my...stem cells. Hey, bro, I wanna chat at you. C'mon over here. Nom nom nom..."

I had in my mind that Kittenish was young!

Probably because I've called her Kittenish for seventeen years. She was three months shy of being legal to vote.

Emmett: Ha! "Damn, that kid's always poking me with his elbows in my...stem cells. Hey, bro, I wanna chat at you. C'mon over here. Nom nom nom..."

Funny kid.

I should have done that to my siblings. Not that we were in the womb at the same time. Or actually in the same womb. But still...

That means he absorbed his twin in the womb.