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[drscott]

Not much to report here. Tonight was ECR's Plus graduation, but alas! -- my battery ran out before the actual ceremony and I forgot to bring the extra. So I have some shots of the dancing but nothing else.

This was one of the largest classes we've ever had, and Harlan got a big hand for doing a terrific job of teaching. It has been interesting seeing someone use a very different teaching style from Andy's; in some ways Harlan's minimal descriptions of the new call we're about to do seems less confusing than some of Andy's occasionally meandering (though entertaining) explanations. But Andy has the "diva" gene, and we love him for it... [heh]

Oh, and Paul looked very butch mowing the yard over the weekend:

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[excessor.livejournal.com]

I don't look like I'm doing a very good job, do I? More work, less pictures.

[allanh.livejournal.com]

You look - oh, how do I say this politely? I guess I don't - well, not at your most intelligent.

You appear to have a facial expression which suggests that you're not quite certain what to do with the mower whose handle you're leaning into.

On the other hand, I've always thought musclebound gym hunks who ain't smart but can lift heavy objects were pretty hot.

So I'd say the picture's a keeper.

(And knowing you, and knowing that you're not only musclebound now and hot, but that you also have a fabulous brain and aren't afraid of using it - I'd say you're definitely a keeper. No wonder Curtis was so smiley at square dancing tonight while you were making announcements.)

[excessor.livejournal.com]

How very kind of you. I've never been known for my yard work but I'm happy to do it if we're not too picky about the occasional mistake. Sometimes I kill the wrong plant.

I wouldn't say I'm musclebound, although I'm happy if you think so.

Curtis was all smiley? I'm happy as long as he's happy.

[greatbearmd.livejournal.com]

Less shirt next time too. ;o) lol

[excessor.livejournal.com]

Maybe in a year. The shirt hides a number of sins. Curtis tells me that he knows I have a sixpack under there, but right now I have three or four of them—practically a keg.

He's quite the jokester. Ha ha.