Woke up at 7 on a blustery Saturday morning—the plan was to go bird-watching with an ornithologist friend of mine.

Naturally he canceled when we were walking out the door to leave. Bundled to the nines, D and I trudged out anyway to get apple ciders and coffee cakes.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that nothing ever sucks when Dan’s around. Situations usually turn out pretty great.

  1. copycatr said: that’s why my mom says, “never trust an ornithologist”
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