Somewhere under all that ice and snow live approximately 40 fish. It's hard to believe that a few weeks ago the temperature here was in the 60's. Poor fish must be so confused.
Mark picked up the bed that he bought last weekend. As you can see, it gives him such joy that he felt the need to play air guitar.
As for me, I finished a scrapbook page that I started earlier in the week and a get well card for my mother-in-law. Lauren was in an extremely foul mood today, so most of the day was spent avoiding tripping over her racked with tantrum body splayed on the floor.
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