The ol'
husband and I live within some boundaries of convention, but can frequently be found well outside of the mainstream as well. It's a nice little balance for us.
Ok, so these guys all got themselves started hatching on my birthday last week but since they were all lazy-asses I had to help them; so they actually made their final exodus from their eggs the day after my birthday on May 25th.
It just seems like I have to get a good knock to the head at somewhat regular intervals in my life. Why that is exactly is far too philosophical a question for me to dare touch, but the fact does remain that I seem to have a knack for getting clocked. Here is the latest one from 4:30 this afternoon: I've gotta say that climbing out of the window of a car is not something I would recommend.
We had a wonderful run last week with very few and rather minor hiccups along the way. The best part though was making so many new friends - I don't exactly get out much and working in construction doesn't exactly present many women to get to know. Here is our homemade convent film display for your viewing pleasure: