We have had such strange weather this spring. It was in the nineties in March, and then on Wednesday, May 20, I had to start the woodstove.
The last fire of the season. I think.
The MiL sent us this older book on running by Jeff Galloway, and I was not prepared for this passage.
Memento Mori, I guess, but dang, Jeff.
We have successfully completed the last day of school.
Mostly in the new gym, which, unlike the old gym, does not make all photos look green.
And now it is summer break. No more pencils, no more books, etc.
One of my pet peeves is non-human things that attempt to be conversational. For instance, I do not need to see a sympathetic error message on a website that reads, "Oops! Something went wrong. But don't worry; it's not your fault!"
The middle boy was given this water bottle at school. It has a helpful sticker to show where the push button to open the top is, and then this was under that.
I was not seeking validation for my water-bottle-opening skills, thanks.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
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