Last night we were at a backyard birthday party for a friend and the hostess sliced me a nice, tall piece of chocolate cake. It was delicious.
Transportation:Â A ride into town in a classy, dog-hair encrusted ’89 Toyota minivan.
Appetizer:Â Fresh naan bread with baba ganoush, hummus, tzatkiki.
My dinner:Â Falafel wrap with spicy Moroccan soup.
I got a schwack of hair cut off today and it feels good. I have been tired of the bulky mat at the nape of my neck and this new style is light and free and will take one-quarter the time to blow dry and manage.
Blogging is such a peculiar thing. I write a semi-deep, introspective and vulnerable post about my insecurities and issues with my body and barely anyone says a word.
“I think we should sell the Volvo,” Steve declared. “We should get a minivan. It’ll be more practical for hauling kids around and all their gear.
For those of you who know us in person, you’ve seen what a crazily busy year this past one has been for our little family.