Maybe it’s for the best that no one on any of my online social media networks seems to be paying attention to Euro 2012. It won’t stop me from telling endless soccer recaps to my poor sister and husband, but it has probably saved me some time.
“Can I braid your beard?” “NO. We’re not there yet.” “You can separate it and I’ll braid it…” “No way, I’ll look like one of those biker dudes who now lives in a house.”
Zan, when I come visit in August, can we get J drunk on margaritas and braid his beard? It’s a fool proof plan that not only applies to beard braiding, but also to straightening hair and painting toenails.
Can someone please tell me how to pronounce Tess of the d’Urbervilles? I attempted to make a reference to it this morning, then quickly realized I’d never had to say the title out loud before, and it came out sounding like this: