I ran some errands tonight to fill out the contents of the care package I'm sending to John, and while I was at Target, I saw a young couple with their toddler son. The little guy was super cute, with little golden ringlets and flushed cheeks, and the dad was wicked hot. (I am a bit of a sucker for hot dads. I make a point to never talk to them, because I really worry what I might say/do, so it's more of a window-shopping type of thing.) Anyway, I was one aisle over from this little family, and I hear the little boy saying cute little-boy things. There was a bit of silence, and then the dad said, "Keegan. Are you getting ready to poop?" And there was more silence and then Keegan replied slowly, "Yeeeaaaahhhh." It was AWESOME. I cannot wait for my friends or siblings to have kids, just to increase the odds that I get to hear a dialogue like that again.
In other news, John's care package is going to be fairly remarkable.
In still other news, I have a premonition that I am going to be f-ing SORE tomorrow-- I shoveled the driveway today, in an effort to pull my weight at Casa Mofo, and I had forgotten how taxing it can be. Granted, there was MAYBE 2 inches of snow on the ground, so maybe I should zip it until we get some real accumulation, but still-- pretty sure the old angel-wings are going to be a little too heavy for flying.
Lastly, my favorite lip balm has been discontinued. I don't want to talk about it.
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