The place where the red truck is parked is not a legitimate parking spot. The spot right next to where the truck is parked is my usual parking spot, although it’s not my reserved spot or anything. I was sorely tempted to squeeze my car into that spot this morning, but I decided not to lower myself to his level.
Today’s Google search: remove crayon stains from clothes dryer
I first met Aaron’s cousin Caitlin at Christmas in 2002, before Aaron and I were married. We were all milling around the door, saying our goodbyes, when she decided to try on my Converse and walk around in them, clown-shoe-style.
Some seventeen years later…
I missed a call from the karate / Krav Maga dojo this week because I didn’t have them in my contacts. I decided to right that this weekend, and shared my sense of humor on Facebook:
I’m filing this under Bloom Day, even though I didn’t actually get out on the 15th to photograph the blooms in my garden. These photos were taken on the Friday before Memorial Day, when I had a day off to do some weeding.
I can always tell if spring is earlier or later than usual by when the tree peony blooms. A later spring means she’s in bloom for Memorial Day.