Ricky needs to take one. He's wearing me out. I swear, his hands are going to turn into iProducts. I used to consider myself a technology guru, but now I only wonder if I was this annoying? iPod, iPhone, iPad, Macbook, and now he wants a simple "...one that clips right here (pointing toward his collar, if you can find it under the beard) so you can have your hands free when you work out..." I won't even begin to point out all of the irony in that one statement. I guess it wouldn't be so bad if every spare chance I find to sit down with a device wasn't prematurely destroyed by the low battery warning. Womp.
ON A MUCH HAPPIER NOTE (to distract from all of that gripe-mess), SUPERDAD TRIMMED HIS BEARD!!! It's still gross, but it's progressing!! I miss his face. Terribly mushy for me, I'm aware. It looks more like a thick fu-man-chu. Anything is better than the kid-grabber mess that was threatening his life - beards are a terrible choking risk. Not only that, but they are BAD for hygiene, complexion, and tickling babies. Amazingly enough, contrary to popular belief, they are NOT good for food-storage.
This is no longer a daily fixture in my life.
Hallelujah!!
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