The Crumpler and I rented a couple of DVD’s to watch this weekend. After all, there’s nothing on TV these days with the Olympics done, not that there’s anything wrong with that. So we walk (waddle) out of Blockbuster (commuted there by bike natch) with movies about a couple of interesting people I’d never heard […]
One of the trends I’ve noticed in recent dreams is a theme of wanting to share some important, insightful information with people but having a hard time being heard. One of these dreams I recall trying to talk, then yell, louder and louder but it came out raspy and quiet. No one paid attention. Now, […]
That gal Fay, the tropical storm, or her remnants, have definitely minimized the amount of riding I’ve been able to do these past couple days. But that’s OK, because the Remster is making up for my relative sloth. I think he’s even doing bicycle legs in between his various wriggling movements and hiccups.
My fingernails tend to grow pretty long as a rule, because I attend to them so infrequently. Ever since that terrible fungal infection in my fingernails in college taught me that I’m allergic to fingernail polish, I don’t even wear that stuff. I just let them grow and trim/file them down only when necessary.
Here we are. Just imagine a levelor blind the approximate color of the upper background greenish color and we are done. Oh, and a baby. Eventually, there will be a baby in there too.
Now the pictures: