Our excuse for being in Decorah the last couple days was to celebrate Rachel’s birthday. Out of deference, I’ll not reveal her age, saying instead that she doesn’t resemble even a fraction of her years.
Leah (and I, I guess) got her a new sweater, which was on Rachel’s list. Naturally, it looks great on her. Witness:
I think she likes it. At least she said she did. Being the arsehole I am, I couldn’t resist teasing her that it might be a little small, which is a theme set forth a couple years ago by a comment I made on another of her sweaters. Click through to see how that “conversation” turned out….
