First off, there is something that I want to blog about, something on my mind but in this circumstance my sense of censorship will prevail. It isn't so much something bad, something that will land me in trouble as something that....well, could make things awkward. no that's not the word, not awkward but....weird if my dear sweet blog came to be read by eyes it is not intended for. Yeah. Does, does that make sense? No? Yeah, well don't worry yourself with it.
Anyhoo. Get this. Ashley and I have come to the conclusion that in photos that we are not smiling in I look like a mentally challenged person and Ashley looks drunk. This is a common thread through out pictures of our youth. You look at Ashley, eyes half closed, head tilt to the side in a drunken manner at age 1. You look at me, scrunched up face and/or mouth, sometimes a tongue hanging out and I look "special" at 14 months. Tyler? A drunken retard. (I know, that wasn't PC of me) It's just funny. We found a photo over the weekend that is the culmination of this theory of drunk/special. At our grandpa's 80ths birthday party, Ashley and me have the classic faces that have been following us all our life. I look like I ate paint chips as a child and Ashley looks like she's been swimming in a vat of vodka. The reality? None of that is true...at least I don't think I ate paint chips...
Gah! I don't like the way my hands feel after I do dishes, it drives me bonkers.
Great news, I get to start eating a piece of chocolate every day starting Saturday. Guesses? Any one? Bueller? Advent Calender time bitches! A little hypocritically maybe but its one with Santa on it, not dear lord baby jesus 6lb 8oz, watching his Baby Einstein videos.
Right-o. Time for me to rustle up some grub.
Cha!
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i actually think you did eat paint chips this one time...tyler told you they were potato chips....
~a
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