Sometimes I remember stories about people that I kind of knew, in passing, and I retell them, but I refer to that person as "my friend." Mostly because it's shorter. I just wanted to make it known that if I am telling you a story about "my friend," there is a decent chance that the subject of the story was not actually my friend, but it's a lot easier than saying "this person I kind of knew in college through my roommate, who was in the same major, but who I wasn't really close to." Then I forget what the story was about before I even finish introducing the subject.
I am not going to tell you a story about anyone else right now.
Today we took Calvin down to Plymouth, and ended up going to White Horse Beach. It's on the bay, so there aren't really waves, but there's sand (and rocks, but mostly sand) and there's water, which Calvin splashed around in until I got worried about it being SO COLD THAT MY FEET WERE NUMB and took him out. Then he tried to eat rocks and check out the cooler belonging to the people near us and play with Abi's bellybutton. So we're totally getting a pool for him. He loves the water, and I can't even tell you how happy that makes me. Next summer, I am teaching him to swim. I think you can actually teach a two-year-old and have it take. I'll need to look into that.
We also got the most delicious Thai eggrolls and seafood and cupcakes. Plymouth is bad for my figure.
I had to read the last sentence several times before my brain told me there was an "and" between "seafood" and "cupcakes!". O.o
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