I don’t know, dude, but I have one word: Bacon.
I like this game. People should definitely write us or search their way here with life’s burning questions. Clearly Jamey and I have the answers to everything, even if it’s just applying the mathematical equation that allows us to reach an understanding of why I am madly in love.
Oh, and you can bet I will follow up that post with my own version soon enough. Of course I have 38 loves that I’ve already considered for marriage! It’s how I roll.
Whoops! This post has been floating around in the dashboard and needing to get posted. Clearly, I can’t figure out military time when I need to go to bed.
Anyway, let’s try again.
One of the things I envy most about Jamey is his ability to sleep.
This may or may not be an accurate representation of a slumbering
I spent the majority of last night working on a few projects for friends and family, and all of a sudden it was midnight, then three a.m., then an enormous storm at 4 when I thought the house was going to blow away. I may be exhausted and out of it this morning, but now Jamey will be home in less than 48 hours. Always fun to look at the scenario that way.
Part of the reason I was awake so long before going to bed last night was because I started reading through some of the old emails Jamey and I exchanged early on.
See all those "Continuing"? Yeah, there are hundreds - if not thousands - of that thread.
Guys. The pictures and the videos from this article are officially the highlight of my Friday.
Bunnies. Hopping. Over hurdles.
Why would I want a puppy when I can have a hurdle-hopping hare? Beats me, because this is outstanding.
You have to read the whole article. The video at the end basically sums up how every life challenged should be faced, overcome and hopped.
Jamey got in last night, and today I’m making him an Italian dinner from our Italian Cooking Encyclopedia. I was going to poll you all on what I should cook, but then I realized I wouldn’t have enough time to go to the store and make the dish if I waited for the end-of-day results. Plus, I think Jamey will probably just stuff the ballot box and send it out to everyone so he can have exactly what he wants for dinner – regardless of the public choice! Democracy, my foot (at least in this household).
If it’s a success, you know we’ll take pictures and share with you the glory of our Italian food. If not, well, let’s hope other meals turn out decent this weekend.
Happy Friday, folks!
Love,
Claire
Jamey & Claire 