when we text

Tim: booty shake! (_/_) (_\_) (_/_)

Me: Cindy Crawford :º)

Tim: what? googling her now

Me: You don't know who Cindy Crawford is??
10 minutes later..
Tim: My friends tell me she's a model.
Me: You're so French.
Tim: I know. It's pretty bad.

We're obsessed with this site.

So.

I've been irritatingly sick for almost a whole week, but I will discuss this no further because I know several people who are dealing with serious illnesses that have long surpassed mere irritation.

I talked to Tim on the phone for five hours today. FIVE! I was stuck in bed with the sick, and he was editing a wedding shoot. Take that, long distance. It can be done. 

My sister is getting married, did I tell you? I am gaining a very quiet, kind-hearted, upstanding, honorable brother-in-law. I'm even pretty good friends with this guy already! Although I nearly sabotaged our early camaraderie with an unhealthily large dose of sass right before we met for the first time: 

My sister was mortified.  I just wanted to be buddies! Like right away! We recovered over turkey and stuffing. He appreciates my humor now. I'm pretty sure. 

So that wedding will be a fun activity for the Boatwright clan this October. 

I have spent the last three saturdays in a classroom for eight hours, and this next one is my last, thank goodness. 

When will it be spring? I hate February weather. It makes me snarky.

My friends recorded this song. You should listen to it because it feels like June.

it's the end of an era

Well, folks, I had my first day of orientation for my Child Life Practicum yesterday. It was great. I learned about hospital alert codes and infectious disease prevention and I got a textbook and made a new friend and got a badge with my name and a poor quality photo of me on it.
I also got some moderately bad news; I have to kill my nose ring.
I know.
You're all weeping over my lost mark of independence and wild self expression and undeniably adorable little sparkle on the right side of my face. Except for my mother. She's probably fist pumping right now with a gleeful smile.
I have until Monday morning at 7.30 am to pull that sucker out of my nose.
Here's to being a sensible adult without any metal in her face. Cheers.

speaking of muffins

overheard

little girl: "Can you marry your dad?"
Dad: "No."
little girl: "Can brother and sister marry?"
Dad: "No."
little girl: "Mom said they can, it would just make their kids really sick."
Dad: "Let's go."

tired

Me, laying on the dining room floor, exhausted: "Is it even 9 pm yet?"
Anna: "8:16. Perfectly acceptable time to go to sleep."

me and my babe, bein' all cute.