We're Here!

Just like in "Horton Hears a Who", WE'RE HERE! No Beezlenut Oil for us.

Now that I have a blog, I don't really know what to say. 

I took my French final today after a taxing dental appointment. Two events like that back to back are not advised. I have been clenching my jaw so hard that my ears keep plugging, like I have been on an airplane or have a nasty sinus infection. 

While Jake is at work, Hannah and I are hanging out watching TV and that K Mart commercial came on where the dad opens the windows and says, "Beach Day!" and the lawn is littered with those water toys that look so fun on the box but turn out to be much smaller and bumpier when set up in your own backyard. Hannah said, "Could you imagine Dad ever doing that?"

We both just laughed.

Personally, I am glad that my dad never instigated "Beach Day!" for the whole neighborhood of awkward preteens. It would no doubt be smaller and bumpier than his original conception; and his daughters would have undoubtedly never have let him live it down.

In conclusion, the Reynoldses are on the interweb. 

We'll see you out there.