It wouldn't have been appropriate to make a big to-do of our wedding when we're still mourning Jorgen.
So Jody and I slipped off for a private wedding on the beach; it's becoming a family tradition.
Our announcement to the family was a bit anticlimactic.
The new arrival's name is Absalon.
Fatherhood seems to agree with Harald.
As soon as things settled down, Dad welcomed Jody to the family by baking a key lime pie, her favourite dish.
Which served a dual purpose, as we celebrated Valfrid's twenty-first birthday the same night.
I suspect his days as a bachelor are numbered.
I've gotten onto the ballot for City Council.
I take every opportunity to campaign...
Knock on every door...
Harald urges me to get more exercise.
But I seem be getting plenty with all the pavement pounding I've been doing.
I showed up to schmooze at the neighbourhood grill-a-thon.
Maybe I should have boned up on cooking first.
I've gotten onto the ballot for City Council.
I take every opportunity to campaign...
Knock on every door...
Harald urges me to get more exercise.
But I seem be getting plenty with all the pavement pounding I've been doing.
I showed up to schmooze at the neighbourhood grill-a-thon.
Maybe I should have boned up on cooking first.
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