Okay, running while listening to Isabelle play trombone is entirely different, i.e. easier, than running and trying to watch William imitate me. Yeah. I'm not that coordinated. Good news, no Julias were harmed in the attempt to see what William was doing.
Meanwhile, Matt's grandmother was shocked that I wasn't having dessert. I'm telling you, my bathing suit is not going to wear itself. And I only have 6½ weeks until our cruise! Clock's a-tickin'!
On that note, all I want to eat this week is a gigantic plate of nachos. Nachos with the real fatty, salty tortilla chips, meat, tons of cheese, guacamole, sour cream, lettuce, tomato, onion, salsa, black olives. Then one of those volcano chocolate cakes. And maybe a margarita or two. That's what I want. But, I'm not going to have that. Well, maybe on our cruise. ;)
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