In other, annoying news, the ice-chewing portion of my pregnancy is officially underway. Tod may need a place to sleep until April. If I could, I would eat bowls of Sonic ice as meals. Plus chocolate covered pretzels and clementines. We finally gave the Thai food at Archi's a try last weekend (blech) and I ate more crushed ice than yellow curry.
You wouldn't know it by looking at me, however.
I'm sorry, did I just call Courtney a supermodel? I meant model hopeful.
My almost daily conversations with Megan usually involve discussion over why Ben keeps "the poor one" (Jamie, above) and is inevitably followed by an argument over Lyndzie (below). I declared she was the prettiest one left. Megan argued that her skin and lips were gray and she looks "like a chain smoker...at least a pack a day" (real quote). WHAT???
Would YOU play baseball for time with Ben? I'd like to think I wouldn't.