P.S.: Obviously we were only about twelve when we got married—or I was, anyway—because I got carded today. Ha ha!
Born at the instant / The churchbells chimed / The whole world whispering / You're born at the right time
I'm sorry I have been absent from this blog for so long. We have been busy living the good life.
Saturday we did drive down the coast to do the tourist thing. Anna chose a popular chowder restaurant for her first PDD (Public Display of Defecation). This is now known as "getting Mo'ed" or a child who has "Mo'ed out." Apologies to those would-have-been (had I not made them ill) diners I passed by during our hasty, inelegant evacuation. Since they had to see it, why shouldn't you? (Go on, zoom in. I dare you.) (Why are you mad at me, Anna? Your sick grandma's the one who took the picture.)
