Four packages are taunting me on the kitchen counter, saying "Open me! Open me!" But alas, I must wait. Three. Whole. Days. We are off to Sea World on Saturday to celebrate that 32 years ago, I graced the world with my presence (hee hee!). And that 32 years ago, the 49ers beat the Los Angeles Rams for the first time in many years. Do I really have to tell people I'm 32? Crap.
Tonight Victor Davis Hanson came to Biola, and I think very few people had any idea what an honor it really was to have him here. I got to say hello to him, that I was Marshall's daughter, and that we were pleased to have him here. Being Marshall's daughter gets you places, you know. =) Steve stayed for the lecture, and said it was very good.
And one for the road: here is what the hair looks like when I do it in the morning, just for the record. This generally lasts about 4.23 minutes.
Genunie delight at picking peppers (not a peck, nor were they pickled) with Grandpa (or Grumpa, as he is sometimes called).
Sewing photos to come... I hope.
1 comment:
I can't believe it was 100 yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her hair looks SOOOOO cute "done" up - why can't our chickies understand that????!!!!! I am so tired of hearing, "NOT LIKE TAIL!!!" =)
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