I can't think of a title.

I think Trevor may be getting old. For the only reason that tonight while we were watching "Gullivers Travels" I looked over at him and noticed salsa in his beard and a drip on his shirt.
Sometimes, compared to him I feel like a bit of a slob.
And so it's little things like salsa dripping down his chin that make me love him even more.

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Since Trevor was out of town this week, I didn't get the exercise I needed but I did do yoga two other times this week so I haven't been a complete failure. But I've failed with being accountable to my blog for it. 
Oh well. 
Here's hoping that I do better next week.

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