The Two-Hundredth-and-Thirty-Fifth Day

Check that out. This is Pennsylvania's tree (with the White House). Why? Cos Pennsylvania is the best (of the fifty nifty United States...).

The Two-Hundredth-and-Thirty-Fourth Day

Dahlia! Word.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Thirty-Third Day

Okay, so I know it's blurry. But I was standing there like a fool for 10 minutes cos it was one of those clock/temperature things that switches back and forth. And every time I took the picture, it'd end of being the time.

Anyway, the point of this picture is that it is December. There are holiday decorations up. 'N Sync is singing sweet nothings about sending wires in my ear. And it's 64 degrees out. I do not live near the equator.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Thirty-Second Day

Luke appears a little skeptical to try one of Drew's oreo balls. This was immediately followed by a bite. Which was immediately followed by a "yum."

The Two-Hundredth-and-Thirty-First Day

So Kyle and I have been talking for a bit how when you win solitaire and it jumps, it sometimes fills the whole screen. She's been trying for a bit now. And tonight, I did it!

Shout out to Olivia who makes an appearance in this picture. Shout out to Becky, too, for providing my background.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Thirtieth Day

Pretty much every time I visit, I make Cait bring this out so we can look at it, er, more than once, especially this page. Muahaha.

We went to Italy, yo.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Twenty-Ninth Day

Our phones hung out together for the afternoon. Best friends!

The Two-Hundredth-and-Twenty-Eighth Day

Notice the post-it on her dashboard.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Twenty-Seventh Day

Well, cos it's pretty.

ShaunCarterwasbornDecember4th.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Twenty-Sixth Day

In these shoes tonight, I hung with Lisa, Jesuits, SJU peeps, my senator (that's right), and spoke kiswahili. So I gave them their own seat.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Twenty-Fifth Day

We decorated the office today for the holidizzles. I appear to be working v. diligently. But actually, I am attempting (and failing terribly) to make a snowflake.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Twenty-Fourth Day

If this were March 2007 and Molly were around, this would have been stolen and taken back to our house.