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-Lost my glasses two weeks ago.  I was sure I left them on the kitchen table, the kitchen table was surely not where they were.  Sunday, Zack found my glasses, gnawed to a gnarly mess, in the backyard.  I couldn’t even be mad about it, because I was so happy that I wasn’t losing my mind. 

-Yesterday, I was cooking in the kitchen with Scout.  Scout usually lays in the floor, practically wrapped around my feet while I’m cooking.  She knows that I’m a messy stirrer, and that the heavens rain down little bits of delicious doggie treats from the kitchen counters.  I turned around yesterday to find her using her doggie logic skills, paws on the counter, searching from the great cloud from which come the crumbs. 

-Putting two and two together, I am no longer wondering how she got my glasses off the table.  She’s getting tall, that’s how.

-I finished all the crazy History tests, and now I’m having very typical bouts of procrastination regarding the paper I should be writing.  I cranked out over half of it during one lunch hour, and now, having been reassured that I can still write a 5 page paper in around 3 hours, I’m having a hard time sitting down to get it finished.  I guess I’ll do that tonight.  I almost prefer to watch TV shows via the computer these days, just because I desperately loathe commercials.

-I got my Anatomy and Physiology II book in the mail the other day, and I am, in a word, INTIMIDATED.

-Went to drop off some dinners for some good friends of ours that had a baby (Wyatt! His name is Wyatt!) last week.  I forewarned Zack that the first-time mother could want him to wash his hands before touching the newborn.  He replied, “I’m not going to get anywhere near it.”  I guess that’s one way to avoid new mother confrontation, huh?  He missed out; Wyatt is adorable and fantastic, and no bigger than my pinky toe, and I slept quietly on my chest for half an hour.

-Babies are weird because they are people.  Wyatt had a chin and it moved, and it was connected to muscles that he controlled himself.  It was the weirdest thing.  I go through this absurd realization every time I see a newborn, I know, but IT IS WEIRD. They are people.  Really little, squished nosed, barely-able-to-move-their-own-head people.

-I got my hair cut.  I tried to go blonde, but time didn’t allow for it.  I have a more sophisticated version of my old short-back/long-front haircut.  The best way I can describe it is: from the back, it looks like Natalie Portman when she was in the most adorable phase of growing out her V for Vendetta ‘do, (like it was in Hotel Chevalier, the pre-movie to The Darjeeling Limited) and the front basically looks like a Posh ‘do.  I’m still a little on the fence about it.  It makes me wish that I’d have the guts to just chop it all of into the Natalie Portman all-the-way.  Alas, I’m not that brave, and these face framers that I’ve got here, they are my hair security blanket.