Thursday, January 29, 2009

What Not to Say

The other night I came home from the store and greeted Reese with a kiss. I thought I smelled a dirty diaper, and asked George if he knew if Reese had a present for me. He said he didn't think so, and I replied,

"Maybe I just smell what you're cooking for dinner."

Oops. Not exactly what I meant.

Thanks for the falafel, it was good. : )


Speaking of falafel, here's a picture of us with the Bennetts at Fadi's right before they moved to Missouri. (Andrea, you need to take over that blog, so we can get our Cole and Joanna fix!)

Reese, George, me, Andrea, Cole, Jay, and Joanna's arm and leg

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