dear wendy,
i keep checking your blog, hoping for something cryptic or some cool picture.
please continue blogging, if not for me than the sake of the children.
your confidant,
imri

here you are, dear imri:

he made it.
he's here.
we drive a lot of places because it's really novel to have a car.
we happened upon our destination in queen anne yesterday from magnolia by total accident.
we do excellent voice acting. (old british man, johnny likes to sing and dance, not funny, race cars)
we made rice with butter and garlic and salt last night.
we dance and double dutch at the same time.
we play dr. mario and make up songs ("it's gon' rain, it's gon' rain, i'm-a i'm-a make it rain")
we don't argue. even when we do, we don't.
we take pictures in the ocean.
we eat sweets, both trashy and refined.
we break each other's electronic equipment. (ipod, 50mm lens)
we eat Chad Sandwiches.
we waltz in the kitchen.