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Sunday, August 05, 2007


I was in Door County last week, celebrating our third anniversary. While Tim was in rehearsal, I got a picnic from the bakery who catered the wedding, and we went to the theatre garden and relaxed.

Potato salad, turkey salad, thai pasta, blueberry muffin, the yummiest fruit on the planet, and Baumeister's rootbeer.

During the picnic, this little guy came up to our blanket. We gave him a few blueberries, until he got greedy and wanted to climb all over our food.

The next day, Tim showed off the reason for his unfortunately orange-bleached hair, and yeah, he was right. It was perfect for his costume as Ariel in The Tempest.



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