Day: December 31, 2008

A miscellaneous catch-all post for the last day of the year.

Because–apparently–we don’t own any tables:

The artist at work

Andrew before the big JV invitational swim meet:

Maybe I can just tell them I ate some bad fish.

He was a little nervous.

Our discussion about me slipping on the ice:

Me: I thought I broke my arm for a moment.
Andrew: Did you cry?
Me: No.
Andrew: Then you didn’t break anything.

Conclusion? Tears: Better than an x-ray. Still, the score stands, ice = 1, my elbow = 0.

And Darcy has a post up a JaNo. Go read all about what a girl wants.