Perforation Problems

I love this picture of my grandpa holding Ryne for the first time. If I were feeling more eloquent, I would say something about how much I love my grandpa. I have this picture in my head of him nudging open my bedroom door to see if I was awake. I think it might be my earliest memory. I can see my rainbow-printed border, and the crinkling at the edge of his eyes as he smiled at me and winked, and I remember feeling so happy that I got to spend the day with him. He's always winking. He used to sing "You are my sunshine" to me while I slept on his belly. Once when we were visiting my great-grandparents when I was maybe 8 years old, he and I went on a walk, and he picked up some teenager's hastily discarded toilet paper and showed me how to TP a tree. He took me fishing and let me use Grandma's purple worm (I can always catch a fish with Grandma's purple worm), and when my dog died my first year of college, he called me and said, "I'm sorry, Haley....

Family. Birthday boy.  I'm not feeling very verbose. 

Our cheese of the month finally came: some tasty brie, the cheddar-like Red Leicester, and a French cheese called St. Marcelin. We're so classy.  Here's Michael being classy. You'd better pursue that cheese.

Happy National Something on a Stick Day!

I've started running in the mornings three times a week. There's a lot wrong with that sentence, but to my surprise, I'm actually kind of enjoying it. Who knew? I'm pretty sure it's just because I get to flashback to the 90's and watch Boy Meets World while I'm doing it. My knees have been hurting a bit so I went to a local store to get my "gait" (I'm not a horse, just FYI) analyzed. Apparently my right ankle bends in a bit when I run. So now, BEHOLD: My new shoes. Why do they make running shoes so bright? 

Came across this article by Ben Yagoda, author of How to Not Write Bad . In it, he gives you 7 words "guaranteed to make you a better writer": Read. Read it aloud. Show, don't tell.  A bit of a gyp, but true.

I got a package from Amazon today. It included 1) A strawberry de-husker 2) A strawberry slicer 3) An egg ring I don't feel I need to explain the first two. Look at this: And people on Amazon said these two items were superfluous! What!  I couldn't help it. I love strawberries, and really, isn't it just such a hassle to cut the tops off and slice them with a normal knife? It's certainly NOT like getting to stab the strawberry with spikes and twist its head off, then squeezing it through some kind of medieval death contraption to slice it into tiny little slivers.  This all started because when I was making breakfast last weekend, Michael asked for a sunny-side up egg. I don't know how to make sunny-side up eggs (scrambled is the sole selection in my repertoire), so we had to look it up. I managed it -- don't worry -- but it seemed like there should be something you could buy to keep the egg in a nice round shape so it doesn't get all thi...