Golf, Pottery, and Avocados

Recap of this past weekend:

Lots of golfing.

Spent Saturday in Cheyenne making pottery with these fine people:

(Nat's new green coat reminds me of the Michelin Man.  He says he doesn't care because it's warm and he works in North Dakota.  It's filled with down.  He could probably withstand a head on collision with a semi-truck in that much padding...without a vehicle.  A sensible coat, Dad would call it.)

We painted our own pottery and stopped at a few shops in downtown Cheyenne.

William picked up a very awesome kitchen utensil...the avocado slicer!

Guess what it's used for?  It slices avocados.  

I think we've had this talk before about kitchen utensils.  

We've had this handy little kitchen tool for 72 hours and we've used it five times.  We like avocados. 

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There are a bazillion babies being born this summer.  

Duh Amanda, is what you're thinking.  There are always a bazillion babies being born.  

I know that, but there are a bazillion girls that I know having babies this summer.  A bazillion.  Seriously.  I counted them. 

While we're on the subject of counting and math, let's do a little baby algebra. 

Babies x (Baby gift shopping + sale at GAP) = (money in Clark bank account - a bunch) x gift wrap galore. 

Gift wrapping is an event at the Clark house.  

I spent a good fifteen minutes in the scary basement (Chucky could set up house while I'm at work...I always have to be on the look-out) looking for boxes, and another ninety minutes wrapping the gifts.  They are glorious!!!

I came up with a new technique for tying bows in the ribbon tails of bows.  Yeah, go figure that one out.  I discussed my new technique with William.  He didn't say much.  I'm not sure he was even awake while we were discussing it.  Hmmm....

Anyways, I had plans to take beautiful pictures of the gifts, all wrapped and looking pretty.  

But the scissors and I had a mishap.  

In the middle of my happy clipping of ribbon tails...clip, clip, clip...I accidentally clip, clip, clipped my finger.  Chopped a triangle right into the side of my ring finger.  

Never one to overreact, I calmly placed the scissors on the table and proceeded to say "Ahhhhh!! Wiiiiiiiillllllllll!!! I'm blllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeddddiiinnnggg!!!! I'm going to PASS OUT!!" as I ran to the sink to wash my wound and scream until Will put a bandaid on my finger.  

Needless to say, with all the blood and gore we were dealing with, pictures did not get taken. 

Sorry. But don't worry, I survived. 

Obviously.