Just like summer vacation, that bar of chocolate in the fridge at work that has been getting smaller and smaller every day, and my patience for road-hog-bicyclists, the tower this morning is pretty much gone.
In other news, I was showing off my fancy new jeans to Max this morning, anxiously seeking approval (I don't usually wear anything fancy or new), and Samson announces from across the kitchen, with a mouthful of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios, "You look like a hippie."
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