We've had a relaxing weekend. It was hot today and we took Pablo for a nice long walk through woods in Doylestown. We stopped for ice cream on the way home and Celeste went bonkers eating icecream. Above are some photos of her, topless, after the sugar crash. Do you like her new haircut? I did it. Please don't look too closely because the bangs are crooked. I think she looks hip.
As I type this, Peter is hard at work making me a fancy dinner because he lost a bet. The bet had to do with the meaning of the phrase "robbing the cradle." He has requested a "no gloating" rule so I won't divulge the details. Meanwhile, Celeste is in her room, under her pink knit blanket (who is named "Pinkie"), singing herself to sleep.
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