I had a rather hilarious dream about a suicidal goldfish that I was trying to keep alive. I accomplished this by tying a weight around his wee belly. I decided to try paint it and this is my first attempt. I think it needs some work.
We played games, mostly MTG, but some Carcassonne as well. We ate out a few times, and on Mads' birthday, we ate at The Old Spaghetti Factory. I hid little glow-in-the-dark axolotyls all over the apartment. There are 31 of them to find.
This is a rare occasion. I didn't make my bed as soon as I got out of it this morning. By the time I got to it, Georgie was snuggled under the sheets. Happy as a lark.
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