How could you not adore a boy who serves you chocolate pie? He's decided I have no arms (they really are scary skinny if viewed from the wrong angle), and it's his new mission to find foods that stick to the wrists. Any suggestions?
Emma and I have been excersizing. Last night we did thirty-five minutes of an "aerobic striptease" video.
I don't have much other news to share. It occured to me last night that in the last two weeks, I have spent approximately thirty minutes home alone. It hasn't really gotten to me at all; I have very good company, but that might explain the lack of posts here.
