A day in the life of the smelly kid.

Tim likes registering. I think its quite obnoxious.  What a weird problem to have- hating to register for wedding presents. I think my mother has called me 10 times to complain about the fact that I registered for like 20 things.  I don't need anything else, I'm a minimalist.  I would just like to be well fed, not well decorated. Who decorates? Lets be honest, decorating is for fruitcakes and I am no fruitcake. 

Just for my own reference...

I ran today for 5 minutes. It was hard.

I biked for 15 minutes. Welch and I chatted it up. It was hard also. 

I did squats with 5 pound weights across the gym and back. My legs are sore. 

Our apartment smells. Perhaps its because we fail to do the dishes. The other day Tim and I wanted Welch to clean but she didn't want to, so we threw garbage all over the ground until she decided she would clean.  It only took like 2 hours. It was sweet, Tim and I were stoked we were able to tap into Rachel's psyche. 

Only 2.5 months until we get hitched.  If you're reading this, maybe you're invited, but maybe not. We can't invite everyone because my parents are in the hole (4 girls, 4 weddings, 4 college educations) so you probably aren't invited.  Unless you're my friend. 

I actually kind of enjoy our premarital counseling. Sort of. Kind of. As much as you can. 

I hate my invitations

I love my man, but sometimes wonder why he fails to bathe.