(via email)
Ryan,
Really. You need to do something with that blog. It's embarrassing. Put a picture up - any picture. Of your feet. Of kitty. Of some dog poop. Change is necessary. I'm telling you this as your friend - who cares about you. No more magazines until I see some change, damnit!
Oh, anything good for dinner tonight? ;)
Kate
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So, just shy of 7am I relinquished the last few remaining square inches of bed space to Louisa and Aimee, and began raking the leaves in the backyard, picking fruit, cleaning the pool, watering the lawn, sweeping the patio and pool deck, helping the kids with breakfast, fixing the vacuum, retrieving a ball from the roof, breaking up a few small arguments of who threw dirt on whom, squeezing in a few minutes of studying for my comprehensive exams, and trimming the biggest, thorniest bush we have...then I found the email from Kate with a call for action.
Fine! And here it is:
Louisa and Gus (who as of a few days ago insists on being called "Auggie" rather than Gus) now attend the same daycare. We're so thrilled about it and are extra thankful that it saves us about 30 minutes each day when dropping them off and picking them up. They're wearing matching jackets and carrying their new lunch boxes. I bought Louisa the jacket and when I gave it to her, Gus, I mean Auggie, ran over and said, "Where my?" So I hopped right back in the car to buy another one.
Gus is the one on the right in case you can't tell. :) They both need a haircut.
