My husband is participating in a charity fundraising drive his work is doing. For every €250 he personally raises, he will have one quarter of his legs waxed. €1000 gets the, er, Full Monty, as it were. Go forth, participate in his, um. Nobility! Yes, his nobility. :) Please put “Go Ted go!” in the comments when you donate, so he can keep track of just how much he brings in, as several people are participating and a note is the only way he’ll know if his personal goal of…
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funny husband :)
Last night we went over to my Mom and Dad’s so Ted could mow their lawn, an activity which Dad supervised/kept him company during, depending, I suppose, on how you want to interpret it. :) Anyway, when he was nearly done, Ted said, “So, Mr. Murphy, I was wondering if it would be okay if I dated your daughter…” *laughs right out loud* Dad said he’d think about it and let Ted know after he mowed the lawn next week. *laughs more* But then after Ted carried out three bags…
I love my life.
I love my life. I love that this picture: –oh wait, it has a coise woid on it. I’ll put it behind the cut–
Shao Lin cows
Ted and I went for a walk this morning, and during the walk I said there were a lot of signs of cows being on the path (namely cow flop all over the place), but I’d never /seen/ one, and there were very few places which seemed convenient, even for a none too smart cow, to get from the fields to the path. It all led to a discussion of them being ninja cows and then ultimately decided they were perhaps Shao Lin cows. We were out this afternoon, on…
a chat log:
catie: Sometimes I try to imagine what it would be like to just say, “Screw it, if it doesn’t fit in two suitcases I’m not taking it,” and sort of…start clean. sarah: Me too. catie: I get into the “but well” within about three seconds. sarah: LOL. Me too. :) catie: I’m pretty sure the genuinely important things would fit in two suitcases. But, well. sarah: Yeah, but it’s all the little weird things that make you, you know, who you are, right? Generic you. catie: Nah, the weird little…