We don't make Cheyenne wear a bib all the time, but when she eats spaghetti, she either wears a bib or she goes shirtless. Public Resturant = Bib.
I can get pretty dirty too, but instead of wearing the stains of pizza grease on my dress, I go through about 10 napkins in one sitting.
After dinner, we put together six puzzles.
Chey is still enjoying ballet classes. I had to do some light stickwork on her ballet slippers. He bow fell off. Now, it's just like new.
Here is my training from last week. This morning I went to the gym and ran 6 miles. Not this weekend, but next weekend is the COWTOWN Half Marathon. I think I'm ready.
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