Paging Dr. Dirty

We went out for Anthony's 35th and as he likes to say, "things got a little blue." It has taken me a full week and many apologies to get to a place where I can share some of the tamer photos. I am not including the photo of me trying to bite my own foot. I told myself that I would leave all vanity at the door with this blog (I have a picture of myself in a bathing suit for gosh darn sake) but I just can't. It is so weird and sad and gross. Who Coyote Uglys their own foot and in public after dancing barefoot in a bar?

Geekylove

Sweet, sweet, delicious chickens. Our friends, Lori and Dan have the most unbelievably soft and silly looking hens. They remind me of my cat, Cecil, but less like an owl and more like a chicken. Eloise and I loved chasing them and holding them against their will. I wish we could have chickens of our very own but I don't think the condo board would approve them. I'm better off trying to figure out a way to conceal my future ex-beehive.

I let him win

I really did. I could have easily taken him DOWN but he's not even 3 and his parents were there and it would have been awkward if he had started crying about how I hurt his arm (because I definitely could have). Next time he won't be so lucky.