The Three-Hundredth-and-Twenty-Fifth Day

On the planet! Congratulations!

The Three-Hundredth-and-Twenty-Fourth Day

How brilliant! Not, I'm sure, that it was planned. You don't normally choose your own name.

Rain and Sun!

There's also a rain cloud next to that sun there, but I was too nervous that someone would see me putting those pants on there, so I had to snap right quick.

The Three-Hundredth-and-Twenty-Third Day

On my walk home yesterday, I saw this guy (kid?) beginning to draw these. I thought it was so cool.

And, oh look, there go those pants again.

The Three-Hundredth-and-Twenty-Second Day

Yo. It was mad windy today. The proof is in the pants.

The Three-Hundredth-and-Twenty-First Day

Just doing some light reading here today. I wish I could include waterfall sounds in this blog.

Also, while I was sitting here marveling, Kelly text me to wish me a happy four-year anniversary. Absolutely amazing. Slick and Hazardous.

The Three-Hundredth-and-Twentieth Day

We set out on a mission. To get free food. From across the city. Place this free, delicious (and surprisingly a bit spicy hot!) food in our handy Tupperware. And head back across the city with said food to enjoy it and watch Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. As Lizzie said, we MacGyver'd it.

Mission accomplished.

The Three-Hundredth-and-Nineteenth Day

Mmmmbacon.

They have mirrors above their stoves and counters and such so that everyone can see what the cook is doing. It's pretty cool. But apparently not up to modern standards.

The Three-Hundredth-and-Eighteenth Day

Dine Out DC! Mmmm. I ate that whole strawberry. Straaawwbraary.

Barely 10 minutes later, we escaped death crossing a street, and left Lisa yelling at us. I then laugh off half of my dinner. Heee.

The Three-Hundredth-and-Seventeenth Day

Pretty, huh?

Happy Army Day! March Fo(u)rth!

The Three-Hundredth-and-Sixteenth Day

And sometimes y...?

The Three-Hundredth-and-Fifteenth Day

I just always have a strong urge to go up to and admire - and then immediately ruin - perfectly new snow. And look at the time! Half snow day!

The Three-Hundredth-and-Fourteenth Day

So we had an hour before our bus.
"What d'you guys want to do?" I asked.
"Want to go see the library where they filmed 'Ghostbusters'!?" Patrick said.
"Absolutely we do!!!" we said, simultaneously and succinctly.
We then all locked arms and skipped in that direction.

(For the record, do not visit this library on Sundays. It is not open.)