Sometimes, I try to be a good wife.
Sometimes, it works:
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| labels so I can play chords for Lane as he jams on his guitar |
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Sometimes, it doesn't:
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| a pair of Lane's khakis. can you tell what's wrong? |
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| I burned them with an iron. |
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Then, sometimes, it works again:
This was one of those times. It was Lane's birthday on Thursday, so I decided I would try to be an impressive wife, and bake him a cake.
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After some debate, I only used 3 of the 4 layers.
Mostly because I ran out of frosting. Oh well. |
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| Hmm... still missing something. |
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| That helps, but still not quite ready... |
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| Fork, yes, helpful but not necessary... what does it still need? |
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| Ah, happy birthday boy. Perfect. |
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| Yum. |
It was a fun little birthday celebration for Lane. We went out to dinner at an Italian place in downtown T-burg, then headed home for cake. We had a fun little surprise as we drove home.
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| Do you see it? |
She was absolutely adorable! She was just a little skunk, and she waddled along super slowly and in a somewhat disoriented fashion. Do skunks get drunk? Maybe she was looking for a beer bottle in the recycling bin?
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| sad. |
Oh, you are too cute! Chords? On the piano?! And that cek!! What a work of art! I'd love to see pictures of your house :)
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