Friday, September 17, 2010
I’m done! I’m done! I’m done! WHOO-HOO, I’m done!
I’m done! I’m done! I’m done! WHOO-HOO, I’m done!
Maybe I should crack the coffee-pot more often.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Number 507. Check.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I swam. I biked. I ran. Now I sleep.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Number 507. Check.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I swam. I biked. I ran. Now I sleep.
Thanks for being my partner in crime, Rocio!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Is it over? Really? Months of prep work,
and now the moment is history.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
We were supposed to have out of town family over for dinner,
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
We were supposed to have out of town family over for dinner,
but our kitchen pipes had a different plan.
Let's not wait another fifteen years, Michele.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Patrick and I watch the water pouring through our ceiling
with dread and $ in our eyes.
The boys, on the other hand,
can’t stop bouncing off the walls with excitement—
power tools, plumbers, flashlights, ladders.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Commuting dishes down the hall
to the bathroom sink is getting old.
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