
Indy is our rag doll. Since he weighs so little and is hollow, we tend to throw him around. He loves it. Here is the most recent experiment. (There is no sound so don't try and turn up your volume.)
For our annivesary on Friday, Rob drove in with a dozen roses for me. The catch is, he pulled in in someone else's truck. He had taken his motorcycle to work and due to his quick pit stop to get roses, he ran out of gas just 4 blocks from our house. He caught a ride with a stranger and so therefore, it is all MY fault. I had made him the Pots De Creme recipe listed on this blog on the right.

Later he asked me if he did a good job with the color of the roses asking if it meant love or passion or something romantic. I had to burst his bubble with the answer that they signified friendship. That whoosh you would have heard after I said that: ego deflating slightly. Friendship is a good thing Rob, don't feel bad.
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