So I went to the gym without it. Which means I had to keep myself occupied, which means I did math in my head for an hour. Weird, I know- but it brings me an odd sense of satisfaction. There are just so many numbers to play with on the treadmill, I can't help myself.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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I wish my brain worked that way...
I'm not going to lie: You're a dork. I mean that as a compliment.
That's funny:) We're coming to town in a couple weeks for a wedding, so we hope we can see you then!
That's how I entertain myself in Sacrament Meeting, adding up the numbers on the hymn register behind the choir loft..but I can't tell your mother, she thinks it's weird and I'm already over my limit.
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