Our dog is snoring.
I feel like he can rest a little easier now that his fur has grown back a bit.
He's no longer pink.
And doesn't need sunscreen during walks.
Dave is speaking to me again.
Kayla is kind of serious about this violin business.
I love that we might have a band geek.
I pray for a band geek.
Band geeks stay out of trouble.
I'm just wondering if the Superbowl could have been any more boring?
At the last minute Dave put together a friendly survey.
Over little details of the game.
I've NEVER heard a group of people cheer so loudly over a coin toss.
Or gasp in disgust when the national anthem presenter didn't wear gloves.
Or be so concerned over the Red Hot Chili Peppers attire.
"YES THEY HAVE NO SHIRTS!!!!!!!!!!!"
Jumping up and down and screaming like we were in Sochi or something.
Yesterday was a marathon of hectic.
Speech and debate class for the girls.
We crashed a homeschool class.
Cochlear mapping for Ashlyn up at UCSF.
During commute hour.
With my baby on the floor of the sound booth during testing.
Today I'm choosing to be less crazy.
The girls are off to school.
After Ashlyn's Missing Lion King Umbrella Crisis of 2014.
She settled for a Dry Bar one.
She doesn't know that one day she will love the Dry Bar way more than Mufasa.
I'm getting a haircut this afternoon.
And my mom is cooking dinner for us.
Thursday night family dinners are pretty much the best.
I'm Fitness Palling again.
Which makes me want to murder everyone.
But I went bathing suit shopping yesterday.
And that also made me want to murder everyone.
To prevent deaths.
And just in case you were wondering?
She's not interested in making any Fitness Pals.
And don't touch her chips.
Stay dry, folks.
I missed these puddles.