Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


Emma's here, we're queer! Err, uhh...wait a minute...

Anyway, daddy is taking a nap, he didn't go to bed until 6 am this morning. Sometimes he just can't let his mind rest, and sometimes he starts going over something in his head and he just can't sleep till he goes down to his desk and works it out on "paper". I'm cooking some yumms for dinner, and waiting 58 more minutes til Survivor time.

We went to the post office earlier and a woman appoximately in her 70's was talking to Emma about her glasses. Emma put her hand up to her mouth (like whispering) and loudly said to me..."She sounds like she's really OLD!" Gah... We had a quiet conversation later about saying things "about" people when you're standing right next to them. Tact, baby...tact. It comes later.

What else. Tomorrow we are going up to the Apex Center, which is very close to our house to get ID cards and hopefully register Emma for toddler tumbling. Mark thinks it's too much money, but I think it's money well spent. The Center has tons of cool stuff including a wicked swimming pool and a whole play/climbing area for kids. I want to spend a lot of time up there this summer when its roasting in this non-A/C house.
Katie fell in love of the pictures of the cardio areas and rock wall. Fun, fun.

Time to check the chicken. Bwahhauuack.


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