Tuesday, June 12, 2012

My office also known as the kitchen.

A while back I did a little calculating. I determined that after three years of washing dishes for 20 minutes a day I will have spent 15 days just washing dishes. Most days I spend more than 15 minutes.

Every night at 9pm in our house we hear men whistling and loud sounds. This is the trash men and K (when she's still awake) like to run to the window to see them; except she can't see out of any window in our house so I have to run and pick her up.

I can walk to the grocery store from my kitchen in 4 minutes if the stop lights are red. This is exactly the same amount of time I could arrive to the majority of my college classes from my apartment on my bike.

Unicorns

Sweet baby

The photographer is funny.

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