Sometimes, the baby makes some strange faces. Sometimes she is possessed. I can’t explain it, and I’m not sure I would want to know the explanation even if I could.
I was searching through the pictures, and came across a cute picture of Catie and the guys pouring our concrete, and I think the concrete came out really well, at least in my non-professional opinion. Except some weird people wrote their names in it.
I also found a cute picture of Anya and I…except in the original, my eyes were red. Not just your usual redeye, but bright, glowing, demon-red. Anya’s were fine. Ironic.
Anyways, the whole reason I was going through pictures was to find some of the pizza we’ve been making lately. We finally cleaned out and seasoned the cast iron pots Cabol found in the garbage back when we were still in Michigan, and tried using them to bake the pizzas in. They come out perfect, nice and crunchy, and never ever stick to the pan. I think I’m in love with cast iron.