The Two-Hundredth-and-Eighty-Fifth Day

Four. Apparently.

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The Two-Hundredth-and-Eighty-Fourth Day

Leia Monica Dally. Love Actually is all around. (I love airports.)

The Two-Hundredth-and-Eighty-Third Day

Giant snow ball!

This week has been brought to you by that white fluffy stuff I love known as "snow."

The Two-Hundredth-and-Eighty-Second Day

All right. Stop. Collaborate. And listen.

About two seconds before this picture, I was locked inside my gates. By the dang ice! I did everything I could think of in the moment to try to unice those gates. I was unsuccessful. So I had to take out my portable pole vault stick and pole vault myself over the gates to get myself unicelocked. I think on my feet like that.

Anyway, that story isn't about this picture at all. But I know everyone enjoys a good pole vaulting story. And I thought this was cool.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Eighty-First Day

I loooove snow!! Even if it keeps me from strolling to work.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Eightieth Day

This balloon was just floating. Mid-air. In the hallway. Sorta freaked me out. Not sure why.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Seventy-Ninth Day

I don't know if you knew, but apparently, when you buy one Obama scarf for the birthday girl, you get one free...i.e., I may have sorta, possibly, maybe, inadvertently become a thief today. Completely accidentally.

Happy Birthday, Sarah! Enjoy both those scarves!

The Two-Hundredth-and-Seventy-Eighth Day

The birthday bizzoy. If you look close enough, you'll be able to see that he is texting me. Me, who is behind the camera taking this picture, just two feet away from him. I may or may not have been texting him back. He may or may not be one of my favourite people ever.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Seventy-Seventh Day

My mom didn't want to be in the picture. Heheh. I also enjoy the Philly skyline in the background.

I'm still completely amazed (humbled? privileged?) that after almost 35 years of marriage, my parents still do the little things together - like come to pick me up, even well after their (i.e., my mom's) bedtime. That's right, Mom.

Thank you, parents.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Seventy-Sixth Day

Arial shot! Of the dinner we ate before we went to see the movie that we should have seen two weeks ago. Delicious. And entertaining. Delicious. And entertaining.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Seventy-Fifth Day

I used to see these (so very blunt) packs ALL the time all over the streets of Europe. Yes, Europe. Cos that's how I roll.

The Two-Hundredth-and-Seventy-Fourth Day

This picture made me famous. Well, kind of. This is the other view. (As opposed to this.)

Happy Birthday, Chris!