Sunday, December 13, 2009
So M made delicious pancakes for breakfast this morning. She made some extra and left them for when B eventually got up. So we're in the midst of cleaning the front entry when B comes up to us. He says, "it really was nice of M to make pancakes for me. They were really good, but I don't think I can eat the last one. I'm getting a weird vibe from it." He'd torn up the last pancake and rearranged it to make it look lethal.
Getting it short in anticipation of warm weather and more jogging, it grows fast and will be long again by next winter.
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