We went hiking today. By the beach.
And someone with Kid In Play red hair who shall remain nameless, refused to climb an orange tree for his wife, who had a stomach that was feasting on it's own lining. I'd only eaten a few egg whites and a Kashi bar all. day. long. so I was all, "FINE. Hold my latte and I'll do it myself."
Because climbing thirty two feet in the air seems completely reasonable when I haven't eaten in nearly six hours.
A TOTALLY SANE THING TO DO.
So here I am picking oranges.
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May I just say: Howly sharkie, you're fit!
you are COMPLETELY sane ALL the time ;]
-vanessa-
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Did you see how fast I scaled that canopy, Jessika?! Andrew would like me to point out that it was closer to two feet than thirty two feet. Same difference.
I love that the strange thing isn't going hiking with a latte in hand - it's climbing up a tree for nourishment :) Pshhh... Husbands!
Happy New Year Kelly!
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