Gray or Grey? Personally, I prefer the latter.
It’s been overcast all day, which is quite a rarity around here. A rarity that I really enjoy, though. Sometimes 340 days of sunshine a year can get a little monotonous, and I welcome the change of weather. The ocean looks completely different on cloudy days, so dark and ominous, not that much different than Wito’s diaper after a huge helping of bananas, really. (Which, why bananas? Why the grey poop? One of the great mysteries of life.)
Wito’s first tooth popped through and his second is following quickly behind, so he’s been a little off today. I emailed SAJ about a quick walk:
W: Hey, do you want to walk over to Starbucks? I think Wito wants to go outside.
SAJ: Sure. Baby Bug feels the slightest bit warm, though. She isn’t sick, but just in case, I know how you are about germs.
W: Oh, I don’t mind. They just hang in the strollers anyway, but I totally understand if you want to stay around there.
SAJ: Oh no. I totally want to get out. LET ME OUT!!!!!!
W: I HAVE TO GET OUT TOOOOOOOO! HE’S CRAZED!!!
Notice how nonchalance unfolds into true desperation within minutes. Just the way I like it.
So, we grabbed a couple of lattes, walked to the water and embraced the grey. And you would think that one of us would have taken some photos for a SAJ-style slideshow. Alas, we are some lame desperados.