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?
Andrew: Then you didn’t break anything.
Conclusion? Tears: Better than an x-ray. Still, the score stands, ice = 1, my elbow = 0.