Freya, so lady-like. So dainty. Such a slut for a belly rub.
Kevin and I celebrated with a lovely Easter brunch at The Lobster Shop. Not as good a drinks deal as Shenanigans, but a better dessert selection. Then we returned home and I popped some Ibuprofen and Tylenol with Codiene. And took a fabulous nap. Feeling much rejuvinated after my strenuous morning, I hit the chore list with gusto. Weeding! Bathtubs! Laundry! Vacuuming! Dishes! I've found that I like having something entertaining to listen to, more than just music. So I cleaned the bathtubs to "All Fishermen are Liars" by Linda Greenlaw, and my weeding was accompanied by some Sherlock Holmes radio series. After our first ever weekly family meeting, I'll make a pot of soup to some Rick Steves on the DVD.
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I'm glad you added to your blog. I'd look almost every day and nothing new. Sort of depressing. What a great surprise to find a whole bunch written with some great pictures - It made the start of my day great - because here I am at work at 6:15 AM to get work done - didn't even have time to go to the health club this AM. So it put a smile on my face when I saw that you had written. Thanks. I'll be up there for your last concert. And I'll take you out to eat and maybe even buy you a present whether or not you're pregnant. It will either be to celebrate or make your disappointment a bit more bearable. Love ya.
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