Hi there. It's me. Sarah. Freaking out about my dissertation defense. Which happens at 1:30. Today. Gulp.
Poor Ben. I have been a freak show and a half all weekend long. To explain my erratic behavior to Harry, I told him I had a big meeting at work, and it was a little scary. He asked if there would be ghosts, witches, strangers, or bad guys. When I told him that none of those things would be in attendance, he told me I should not worry.
But here I sit. Worried.
It's finally ice cream season here, and Jack is a big fan. Of whatever I am eating-- the cute little kiddie cone we ordered for him? Not so much.
Jack also experimented with a little pudding
He looooooves bagels, too.
Hmm-- that's it for newish phone pictures. Katie just called and distracted me by talking about normal, non-dissertationy things, so that was awesome. I keep posting really pathetic, attention whoring status updates on Facebook and am enjoying all the nice comments I was fishing for. I think I'll clomp down to the bathroom and futz with my hair for awhile.
This is thrilling stuff-- my navel looks great from this angle, by the way.