
Anthony
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And neither can I, apparently.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. (George Moore, 1852-1933)

When Sarol was born, my mom gave me a magic wand and named me a fairy godmother. Several years later and this is what we have.
We spent all afternoon looking for just the right toys for the "girls" - and by the "girls" I mean Tess and Chloe, my mom's dogs. We picked up a Finding Nemo pool, three squirt guns, a gate, and a bottle of soap bubbles for me.
We tried to get the dogs into the pool so they could enjoy the humidity in the relative coolness of Dory and Nemo's presence, but instead we had Sarol running around squirting us and then jumping in the pool in all her clothes. This was the last 30 seconds of pool time before she stepped out, Christy said they had to go, and Sarol began to scream that unearthly scream that only young children can get away with without anyone beating them to a bloody pulp for the commotion.

In celebration of one year of dating bliss, here is the post that those of you from college have been begging for: a picture of Anthony. Granted, you can't see much of him with my big old schnoz blocking the view, but you can at least tell that he's taller than me (6'4") and is blond.
Oh, and that's the Blue Mountains of North Carolina behind us. (The picture is from my first trip to NC last July.)