The glory of humanity is shorts. Yes, short pants. For the first time in five years, I have shorts again and it is the most beautiful thing. Or it was, until the temperatures plummeted back into the fifties with a strong wind. I actually had to break out the granny cardigan yesterday. (Note: I do not think of it as a "granny" cardigan--indeed, it is the anti-granny cardigan if anything--but Paul stubbornly refuses to call it anything but. "It makes the outside match the inside," he says. Bah and pffiffle, I say!) Now I just see my shorts in the closet, looking dejected.
On a completely unrelated note, Muhlesteins and Muhlestein aficionados should had over to Paul's cousin Jordan's website (www.jordanandcrystal.blogspot.com) and watch the video of him doorbell-ditching his baby. Note how long it takes for anyone to bring said baby into the house.
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If you were talking about the Christmas video, that was sweet! (I know I have no connection whatsoever with Jordan, but your blog post made me curious.) It made me wish we could do that ourselves - surprise family like that. It would be fun. :)
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